“What did I say about swearing, girl?”
Tears seeped out her eyes and she looked so utterly miserable that he almost relented.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Please, just...I’m sorry.”
“Ten swats to that delectable ass should teach you a lesson,” he said, and her eyes widened when he crashed his hand down on her flesh with as much force as he could muster. It left a nice red hand print behind, and he quickly delivered the rest of the swats with just as much force. By the time he was finished, Eva was a crying, spent mess and her ass bloomed beautifully red and hot. Turning her head around, he caught her screams of pain in his mouth, while he massaged those hot globes.
Eva kissed him back with a desperate urgency and he tasted the salt of her tears, and her growing need for him. Oh yes, this had turned her on as much as it had him, and this time when he dropped back down to his knees, he wasn’t at all surprised to see her even wetter for him.
He grinned up at her from his position between her leg and she mewled like a kitten when he flung one of her legs over his shoulder. It exposed her cunt further to his hungry gaze and he allowed his fangs to scrape along the artery in her thigh.
“Please...please...Sir...I…”
Her words trailed off when he looked at her again.
“Shhh, my sweet. I’ll take care of you, but let me enlighten you on my favorite position to feed from. That would be right here.”
He bit down hard, and Eva screamed, before she flew headfirst into another orgasm while her rapid heartbeat spurted her delicious life essence into his mouth. He allowed himself a few hasty swallows, before he closed off the wounds with his tongue, and straightening, aligned his cock with her slick pussy and thrust home.
It seemed to trigger her into another orgasm, and he groaned as the slick walls of her pussy squeezed the life out of his cock. He had intended to go slow, to make this last, but he was far too far gone for that, as was Eva to be sure. Head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and mouth open she made unintelligible sounds as her body convulsed around him, and sent him too over the edge.
She was utterly beautiful in her complete carnal abandonment, and as he pumped her full of his seed, he groaned his release into her shoulder. When his dick finally stopped twitching and she went limp against him, he turned the shower back on, and slipping out of her, grabbed the shower gel to wash them both. Eva flinched when he washed the hot skin of her ass, and having quickly cleaned himself, he turned off the shower, wrapped a towel round his hips, and another around her hair before he released her from the leather cuffs. Eva mumbled something as he caught her, and picking her up cradled her against his chest, and carried her out of the shower and across to his bed.
By the time he dried her, and rubbed soothing lotion into her abused ass cheeks, she was falling asleep. He didn’t catch all of her mumbled words but he was pretty sure he heard something like killed me, and Sir, that made him grin. With his cock for once at rest, and his body sated, he climbed into bed next to her, pulled the covers over them both, and allowed the oblivion of sleep to claim him, too.
Chapter Six
Eva woke up to an incessant grumble, and the far more annoying need to pee. The grumble turned out to be her stomach, and she smirked in the darkness surrounding them. Next to her, Dimitrius was fast asleep. At least she thought he was asleep. Did vampires sleep, or did they in fact die only to come back to life, come night fall. Mind you, it was night, and he was most certainly not moving.
A moment of panic seized her, until the rational side of her brain kicked in. He was a vampire, an ancient and extremely powerful one at that and nothing short of taking his head off would kill this one, she was sure. Eva smirked at her thought processes. Here she was, deliciously sore in all the right places, thanks to this man, and she was worrying over him. He looked younger in his sleep, rest, whatever it was he was doing, and she let her gaze wander. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, and did nothing to disguise the fact that he was half erect. Eva shook her head and grinned. Incorrigible like all men. Before she could give into the desire to lift that sheet for a better look, instinct told her that he was very much alert. Sure enough when she glanced up at his face, he was watching her with a quiet intensity that took her breath away.
Unlike in popular fiction he didn’t jerk awake with a big breath in or any such nonsense. In fact, he didn’t seem to be breathing at all. He was so still it was rather unnerving, and Eva offered him a tentative smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up…I mean…”
Her words faltered as he just continued to stare at her, and when his lips at long last quirked up into a lopsided smile, Eva remembered to breathe herself.
“Do you call it sleep? This…” She waved over him, and amusement replaced the wariness in his dark eyes.
“Yes, I do, and I’m mighty glad you didn’t decide to kill me in my sleep. For a while there I thought you were debating how best to do it.”
Eva’s eyes widened at that statement, and she hastily shook her head.
“No, of course not. I mean, if I wanted you dead, I had plenty of opportunity to do so already.”
Dimitrius laughed, and sitting up slightly, tapped her nose.
“Far be it for me to undermine your confidence, but I’m not that easy to kill,” he said.
“But you can be killed, right?” Eva wanted the ground to swallow her up, when his amusement fled, and he got out of bed. Her stomach clenched in need as she took in his naked form, and she pressed her lips together to stop herself from moaning. It seemed her eagle was just as horny as ever. More so in fact, and seeing her mate pull on some trousers, the muscles in his delectable ass clenching as he did so, made her animal want to jump him again. Instead Eva pulled the sheet up to her chin, and rushed on to defuse the sudden tension in the room.
“Forget I asked that. You can take the Protector to bed, it seems, but you can’t take the girl out of the Protector.” She grimaced at her words. “That made more sense in my head,” she said, relieved to see Dimitrius’s grin when he turned back round again.
“It’s okay, myshka. I would be disappointed in you if the thought hadn’t at least crossed your mind, and yes, I can be killed. Taking my head off will ensure that, for sure. Of course, you have to get close enough to me first.”
He flashed his fangs at her when he smiled this time, and a shiver went down her spine. Not of fear, but of arousal so intense, her pussy clenched in need, and Dimitrius’s nostrils flared, as he could no doubt smell how wet she was getting for him. Eva ought to be embarrassed by this, really, but somehow it just felt natural and right.
Dimitrius stepped back up to the bed, and kissed her. It was a mere brush of his lips against hers, but it sent her eagle into a flap nonetheless, and she tried to prolong the kiss, when Dimitrius pulled away with a sinful grin.
“As much as I’d like to lose myself in your delectable body, you need to eat something. I don’t want you passing out on me from hunger. Pleasure, now that’s another matter, but, considering your stomach woke me up with the amount of growling it was doing, I reckon I best feed you.” He winked at her, and Eva tried for a pout in annoyance and failed miserably. Dimitrius in this playful mode was utterly irresistible.
“It did not growl,” she said, and, of course that treacherous body organ chose that moment to do just that. Dimitrius grinned and shook his head.
“Of course not,” he said. “But, I’ll feed you nonetheless. I got a bit carried away, and you’ll need the iron.”
At her frown, he grew serious, and sat back down on the bed. He tugged her sheet off her breasts, and traced the tiny puncture marks left behind in her skin. As delicate as his touch was it still sent shivers of awareness over her skin, and he smiled at her.
“Is my need to feed going to be a problem, Eva?”
It was ridiculous to feel this disappointed at the use of her given name, but she sensed he was doing so on purpose, and sure enough when she managed to wrench her g
aze away from his long fingers still dancing across her skin, she could see the wariness in his eyes.
“That depends,” she said, and he withdrew his hand with a sigh.
“On?”
Eva yanked the sheet back up and crossed her arms over it for good measure. An action that wasn’t lost on Dimitrius, judging by the way his eyebrow rose.
“I asked you a question, girl. I would like an answer.”
“On whether you’ll just feed off me, or you’ll continue to bite every female you can find.” Jeez, even to her own ears she sounded like some harpy, but if they were going to have any sort of relationship, then she had to voice her concerns. She was half expecting him to laugh at her, and when he didn’t it just made everything worse. If only he’d say something, but he simply studied her like someone might study an interesting species of insect. When he did finally speak his accent thickened to such a degree, it made him hard to understand.
“Are you making this a hard limit, myshka?” Dimitrius raised his hand to cup her chin, and he ran his thumb over her mouth. The action proved far too distracting, and his jaw clenched when she bit down on his digit. The most delicious growl rumbled from his chest, and his gaze became more intense. She hastily let go of his thumb, and he resumed the slow exploration of her mouth, before he dropped his hand down to her throat, and held her in a loose grip.
Belatedly she realized that she had yet to answer him, and she swallowed hard and whispered her answer.
“Yes, I am, Sir.”
Dimitrius blinked once and his hold on her neck tightened imperceptibly. Still not enough to worry her, just enough to let her know who was in charge, and she found herself slipping further under his spell. His gaze remained fixed on the hand around her neck, and when he finally looked up, he seemed deep in thought.
“I’m not sure I can do that, malyutka.” He flicked his gaze up to hers, when she couldn’t stop her involuntary gasp in reply, and letting go of her neck, put his long index finger on her mouth to stop her from speaking.
“No, let me explain. I’m not prepared to risk your health, and to maintain my current abilities, I need to feed a lot. Much more than your body could cope with.”
He smiled grimly when she shook his finger off, and glared at him. She knew her eagle was showing in her eyes, and it took considerable will power to stop herself from shifting. Her animal was thoroughly pissed, it seemed. She didn’t like the thought of him with other women any more than Eva did. Dimitrius was hers, dammit.
“But you said that you don’t need to feed as much when you have sex, and, we would be having that, I mean, so, why would you need other women? I don’t like it, even if you do just use them for food, and I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you.”
Eva wanted the ground to swallow her up. This here had to rank right up there with the most bizarre sex conversations ever. Where was a “rules for dating an ancient vampire handbook” when you needed it.
“I, for one, am glad we are having this conversation,” Dimitrius said, and the approval in his dark eyes made her want to sink to the floor in happiness. She did, neither, of course, just sat there, and drank in the sight of her mate. She might as well admit this to herself, at least. The fates were having a huge laugh at her expense. A Protector, mated to someone of the very species she was put on this earth to eradicate. It would be laughable, if it wasn’t so serious, and this didn’t hurt so much. Right now her insides felt as though someone was slicing them wide open with a serrated knife, and it made breathing difficult, and she still had to bloody pee.
“You might be, but I need to go pee, and…oh fuck.” The words tumbled out, before she could stop herself, and she clamped her hand over her mouth in horror.
Dimitrius laughed and shook his head at her, and her stomach hollowed out, when he cocked his head to one side and clicked his tongue.
“Such language, myshka. I have a long memory, my dear. You’d do well to remember that, but, for now, I shall let that pass. Use the bathroom, and meet me in the kitchen. You do need to eat, and we can discuss all this in a setting less likely to make me want to fuck you again.” He adjusted his dick with a rueful smile, and Eva barely suppressed a groan at his words. “Besides the kitchen has some nice spatulas that would leave the most satisfying marks on your behind, if you can’t control your foul mouth.”
He rose from the bed, and then turned back round again.
“And put some clothes on. I’d like to see you in one of those dresses again, no underwear, though.”
* * * *
Dimitrius grinned at her openmouthed expression, and left her to it. He picked up the list of her limits on the way downstairs and his grin deepened. Yes, there was no doubt in his mind that she would do exactly what he’d requested. His girl was submissive through and through. A delightful contrast to her tough, hard nails persona as a Protector.
She might have been keeping tabs on him over the last week, but Dimitrius had researched her also. There wasn’t anything he didn’t know about his new sub, and on paper, at least, their needs matched beautifully, if you overlooked the minor detail that she killed beings like him.
He shook his head to clear it of that depressing thought, and concentrated on fixing her a late dinner instead. Like it usually did, the mundane task of cooking focused him, and by the time he sensed her presence behind him, he was in the process of pouring her some orange juice, and the steaks were done.
He gestured for her to sit down, and she slid onto one of the chairs. The move meant the hem of her short cream dress rose up, and Dimitrius got a tantalizing glimpse of her bare pussy. Her scent hit him in the gut, and his fangs ran out in response. Eva gasped when she noticed, and held out her wrist.
“If you need more, please, use me. I don’t mind.” There was a suspicious catch in her voice, and when he looked up he wasn’t surprised to see the fine sheen of tears in her eyes. She gasped when he closed the distance, took her wrist and dropped a soft kiss on her rapidly beating pulse point. The scent and warmth of her called him to sink in his fangs and taste her again, but he’d honed his skills for centuries, and he would not be ruled by blood lust. That would make him no better than the things she hunted at night.
The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight and he placed her hand around the glass of fruit juice, and plated the steak with a small grin.
“How fitting to have this conversation on All Hallow’s Eve,” he said, and put the steak, and green salad in front of her. “Here, eat, it’s not much, but it will keep your strength up.”
The mutinous tilt to her lips told him that she was going to argue, but he shut her up by kissing her. The way she immediately opened to him made him deepen the kiss. He drank in her needy little moans, and when he released her, she looked adorably flushed and rattled, and also very, very young.
“Eat,” he said, and she blinked several times. “Or I shall feed you. Your choice.”
Fire flashed in her golden eyes briefly, before her submissive side won over and she murmured a quiet, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl, eat it all up now, and then, we’ll talk.”
Dimitrius sat down and enjoyed the simple act of watching a beautiful woman enjoy her food. A comfortable silence fell between them, and when her fork scraped the empty plate at long last, he smiled.
“Dessert?” he asked, and Eva shook her head, and then grinned.
“Only, if it’s you, Sir.” Before he could hazard a guess at her intentions, she’d slid off the stool, and onto the floor in front of him. His chest felt tight when she looked up at him with a whispered, “Please, Sir.”
Opening his legs he gave her the space to crawl in between them, and she snuggled in with a sigh, and nuzzled his groin with her nose, before she inhaled deeply. His cock hardened to the point of pain and he wrapped one hand in her hair and simply held her there, until she relaxed again.
When she spoke again, her voice was muffled and the vibrations shot up his dick, and made hi
m groan.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I know you need to feed to live, but I can’t…I won’t.”
Dimitrius tugged her head up by her hair, and sighed. This was important to her, he could tell, and, in truth, he couldn’t blame her. Had the situation be reversed, he’d feel just the same. In fact, he did. The thought of any other man putting his hands on Eva, even in a completely nonsexual way, made him want to kill something.
“Would this still bother you as much, if you weren’t a Protector?” he asked and she frowned up at him.
“Yes, it damn well would, and you can punish me for that later, if you want, but, you’re mine, Sir. I should be all you need. I want to be all you need.”
She worried her bottom lip with her teeth again, and Dimitrius sighed and patted his lap. Wordlessly she clambered on top of his lap, and snuggled into his chest with a little sigh.
“It’s too dangerous for you, myshka.”
Her head shot up at his words, and she rolled her eyes as if to say duh.
“Just being with you here, tonight of all nights, is dangerous. What I do, is fucking dangerous. I can deal with dangerous, Sir. What I can’t deal with, is you with your fangs down some other chick’s throat. Besides, I’m a Protector. It’s my damn duty to stop you from feeding on the humans. Oh, this is impossible. If the others find out…”
She let her words trail off, and Dimitrius tightened his hold on her, and pulled her back against his chest. After a moment’s hesitation she did, and he rested his chin on top of her head, and inhaled deeply. Her scent, the very essence of her seeped into his soul, and he knew with crystal clarity that he would do whatever it took to make this work between them.
“Do they have to find out?” he asked, and she tensed and pushed away from him. He reluctantly let her go, and she hopped off his lap and started to pace the floor. Her bare feet slapped across the stone tiles, and he crossed his arms over his chest, and waited for her to think this through. What he really wanted to do was take her to his playroom and take her out of her mind for a little while, but it was probably best they sorted this out first.
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