by Of Night
Placing his hand in the middle of her back, he pushed her down and pulled his fingers out. He used them to tickle the puckered rosette of her ass, spreading her juices around the virgin orifice. She whimpered against the foreign sensation, but continued to writhe against his fingers, searching for something that she couldn’t quite comprehend.
He grunted at her response, his cock surging upward, reaching for her cunt. Finally he could wait no longer. Removing his hand from her anus, he used it to grasp his throbbing cock and position it at the entrance of the weeping pussy. Richelle felt tight as a bowstring as the broad head of his cock nudged at the entrance to her vagina.
She looked over her shoulder to see him poised behind her. A light sheen of perspiration coated his body as he held himself still, savoring the feeling of her velvety skin across the receptive tip of his penis. As he stared down at the creamy, smooth globes of her ass, his hand lightly stroked her heated skin, and she moaned. His eyes flew to hers at the seductive sound.
Richelle saw his expression change from sensual contemplation to fearsome determination as he held her gaze. She tried to sense his emotions, but the walls around his mind were solid, and she didn’t have the knowledge to break through. She opened her mind fully, nothing held back, in the hopes that he could sense her true feelings. She had to tell him, he had to know—no matter what happened she would love him.
She was his mate. He had already declared it. It was his duty and responsibility to protect her. But also, it was his pleasure to love her. Their destiny gave her little choice, but he gave her everything that was within him. However, there was a price. Obedience. His steely stare focused on her face, glowing with the radiance of his harsh lovemaking.
“Tell me, Richelle. Tell me you will obey me until I have destroyed the Evil One.”
She swallowed hard, knowing full well that before the evening was through, she would agree to his demand for obedience. She was a woman in love and would agree to anything, become what he wanted to make him happy. But the prideful, independent spirit in her would not disappear silently into the night, no matter how great the desire. She had but a taste of freedom and was not willing to lock herself behind castle walls. He had captured her body, but he had surrendered his heart.
She struggled to find her voice. “I’m sorry, Valya…I can’t.”
With a bellow, he lunged forward and pierced her womanly core with a single punishing thrust. Her own shout of pleasure/pain left a ringing in her ears as she threw her head back and allowed the sensations of his cock pummeling into her to wash over her. She felt his fingers digging into her hips to hold her still as he drove into her harder, faster, deeper. She was so close to climaxing, it was pure torture to be held motionless when all she wanted was to thrust back against his cock, to give them both relief as they toppled over the cliff falling into ecstasy.
“Please, Valya. Help me…I need…I need, oh, Goddess, please,” Richelle moaned, begging for release. His response was to snarl, then growl as he reached around her hip to pinch her clit just hard enough to stave off her orgasm. He settled his grip on her hip again, continuing his onslaught, driving her higher and higher. His mastery over her body was complete. They both knew it. And they both were rewarded by it.
Richelle still struggled against his grip, trying to get the release she needed. No, that she begged for. But whenever she would approach that crest, he would exert his control and manipulate her body to hold off her orgasm. On and on it went. Just when she thought she would find relief, he would bring her back down only to guide her higher each time. The respite between the highs and lows became shorter as he used all his strength to fuck his mate.
The suffering was a sweet agony she didn’t want to stop. It was a gratifying punishment to teach one lesson—only he would be able to take her to heaven, give her the rapture she sought. Yet beneath his dominant nature, Richelle could sense the true power lay in their union together, and while he held dominion over her body, it was she who commanded his heart. Richelle forced the walls around her heart and mind to stay down. When he sent them both soaring, she wanted him to share her emotions. She wanted him to know, no matter what, she accepted and loved him.
Valya’s head was swimming, unable to stop his excited body, slick with perspiration, from pounding his woman. He stroked on the rounded curves of her backside, pleasing to his senses, with his thumb as he dug his fingers into her flesh, bruising her porcelain skin. His eyes drifted lower, to focus where they were physically joined. The sight of their union fed the beast’s manic craze to possess her. He removed a hand from her hip and dropped it to their conjoined flesh.
Richelle gasped as she felt Valya’s fingertips stroking the delicate skin around the opening of her vagina, tickling her labia before circling around her enflamed clit. The sensations he induced rolled over her like waves crashing against the reef, one right after the other. It was too much. It all was too much. She wailed, praying Valya would give her reprieve and take them both soaring to the sky.
“Please, Valya.”
“Tell me, Richelle,” he grunted, not stopping the motion of his hips as he fucked her pussy. “Obey me.”
She shook her head, her hair falling over her face. The damp tendrils stuck to her neck and back like crooking fingers summoning Valya, drawing him nearer. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Obey me,” he whispered as he thrust hard and high, touching her deep in her womb. She threw her head back and groaned, her face awash in such pleasure he released a spurt of cum. He slipped his thumb into her pussy, stroking his steely rod as he coated his digit with their combined juices. The man crept into the beast’s mind and gave the command. Now. It’s time.
Valya pulled his thumb from the warmth of his refuge and centered it over her anus. There wasn’t much time as he could feel his balls burning ready to burst, his semen and blood burning through his body. Pressing his front against her back, he growled as he shouted his command a final time.
“Obey me!”
“I can’t,” she uttered inaudibly and reluctantly shook her head.
With a roar, he pulled his head back and bared his fangs. Behind his blood-red eyes, he could not see Richelle. He could only smell her, feel her. In an instant, he slipped his thumb beyond the tight ring of her sphincter to claim her ass while he sunk his fangs into her shoulder and fed. He fed as his cock slid in and out of her slick heat and he slowly fucked her ass with his thick digit. His thumb pressed against the thin membrane to stroke his cock as he took her.
Richelle moaned and gasped beneath him, writhing with pleasure. But this had nothing to do with pleasure, or with love. This was the beast taking his mate, fucking her, as he wanted, asserting his dominance. Valya grunted as he continued his sensual punishment, his body alight with raw energy while he drank in her life force. Her blood was thick and sweet, and he gulped it down, his appetite undiminished with each swallow.
She felt herself succumbing to a strange languor, and then white-hot desire coursed through her veins. Her body shook in ecstasy at the power flowing between them as he forced her to climax again. His almost purring growl signified his pleasure at her responses, at his mastery over her. Through her dreamlike trance, she felt his rock-hard penis ramming relentlessly, her walls convulsing at his insistent invasion. She felt every thrust, every pulsation of his steely rod as she slammed into another climax so hard that her body bowed and she pressed her palms against the floor and lifted them both up.
Valya snarled and gripped her hip tighter. The thumb in her newly deflowered orifice stilled as he pushed her back down to the floor. Scraping the floor with her nipples, she whimpered at the delicious torment, not sure if she wanted him to stop, and knowing full well, he couldn’t stop. With another orgasm building deep within her womb, she did the only thing she could do.
Bending down as low as she could, her breasts pressed against the wood floor, she widened her thighs and welcomed him into her body. And Valya purred low and husky, sin
king into her deeply and thrusting so high she felt as if his cock was hitting the back of her navel. His balls pulled up to his thighs. Full and ready to burst, he quickened his pace. In a final thrust, he pushed his thumb to the hilt in her tight ass, jetting load after load of cum into his woman as he drank long and deep on her life’s nectar.
Richelle’s body was racked with tremors as she came. Her senses were on overload. His scent, his heat, his body reaching to her very core were all too much. His cum filling her was a liquid fire, like hot lava as he erupted. Her head was swimming in that lake of fire. Her mind went blank as her vision dimmed and her breathing became shallow.
“I love you, Valya,” was all she could whisper before she surrendered to the darkness and fainted.
Her love’s declaration was barely audible, but Valya had heard her. She loves me. Her affirmation was enough to snap him back to reality. As sanity crept back, he released her throat, swallowing the last mouthful of her blood before the vision came back to his eyes. As the red haze dissipated, his eyes settled on her. Disbelieving, he withdrew from her body and rolled her over to cradle her in his lap. Holding her head to his chest, he slowly rocked her, as if trying to soothe a crying baby. Only Richelle wasn’t crying. He was.
Valya felt the stinging tears damp on his cheek and realized what he had done to his love. His fingertips lightly stroked her cheek, pushing a loose tendril from her face, pale from loss of blood. He ran his tongue lightly over the pinpricks on her neck, tantalized by her taste and reviled at himself for enjoying it. He sealed the wound and then brushed her forehead with a light kiss, his tears falling upon her ashen cheek.
He threw his head back and roared. His anguished howl filled the night. His eyes brimming with tears stared up at the moon as he begged the Goddess to forgive him for what he had done to her daughter. He found no absolution, no solace in the night. He only felt regret and self-loathing for taking Richelle so roughly. He embraced her, closing his eyes. Holding her cheek to cheek, he wept bitter tears.
* * * *
“Y’ello?”
“Hey, Jonathon.”
“Val, is that you, buddy?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Kinda late for a chat.” Valya heard the sheets rustle as Jonathon rolled over. “It’s four in the morning. This better be damn important, like the world is coming to an end.”
“My world is,” Valya responded despondently.
His body still achy despite being healed by Nicolae, Jonathon sat up. “What happened?”
“I messed up.”
“Hey, Val, it couldn’t be that bad.”
“No, man, I mean I really fucked up…bad.”
The line went silent for a few moments before Jonathon spoke.
“What do you need?”
“I need you to stay with Richelle. Can you get over here…now?”
“Yeah, give me ten minutes, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Thanks,” Valya murmured as he closed the flip phone and looked toward the bedroom where he left Richelle sleeping; he couldn’t bring himself to walk back into the room to gaze at her as she slept. He was too ashamed of what he had done.
He had come so close, so very close, to killing Richelle and damning himself to destruction. The Cardinal Laws of the Immortals were very clear. You do not kill while feeding. You do not turn a mortal. To do so would bring judgment from the Law Enforcers to which there was only one punishment—death.
But even as he felt her life draining away as he took her blood, she was willing, giving, open. She did not put up a fight. Instead, she opened herself more to him, offering all that she had. And even though he knew what the penalty was, he could not stop feeding. It was only when she softly whispered his name that the bloodlust left and his sanity returned. It was almost too late, but he stopped.
And when he pulled back and saw the damage he had done, he wanted to kill himself. Her neck was ravaged from where he had fed, bruised and swollen. Her skin was pale and showed the marks of how he held her, restrained her, while he took her in his blinded bloodlust. Her form was limp and lifeless as he cradled her in his arms and brushed the hair away from her face.
In anguish, he threw his head back and roared into the darkness. When his voice had grown hoarse, he leaned down and did the only thing he could do and began to tend to her wounds. He could not give her his blood to renew her strength as it would turn her. Instead, he softly kissed and licked her wounds, his saliva acting as a magical balm and instantly sealing her wounds, removing the ugly blemishes that insulted her beauty. Thorough and fastidious, he examined and scrutinized every part of her body to remove the offending eyesores.
When he was satisfied all of her injuries were cared for, he gently carried her to their bed, laying her upon the thick mattress before he covered her with the red satin coverlet, the color mocking him, reminding him of the blood he had taken in his fury. She moaned softly as she turned into the pillow and sank down into the mattress, cocooned in warmth. He stared at her smooth features, serene in her repose but marred by the dark circles beneath her eyes. He had cursed as he left the bedroom.
That was the vision he held in his mind of his beloved Richelle as he stared toward the bedroom, not daring to come near her for fear of finishing what he had started, to make the third exchange while she was weak and confused. After the third exchange, she would have more of his power to blend with her own, and they would be irrevocably bonded…then she would be safe.
But until then, until he had destroyed the Evil One, he would need to keep a distance from Richelle. More and more, he had no control when he was near her. Give him thieves, rapists, murderers…he could handle them.
But when it came to a slip of a woman with hair of fire and ice and sea-green eyes, with skin as pale as moonlight and a voice that called to him in the night to draw him into her secret circle and give him peace… How could one woman hold so much power to make him feel such fear of the world he had mastered for centuries?
He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. He would have to leave her for a while. He couldn’t trust himself. How would he act when faced with her heedless defiance? Jonathon would stay with her as he went on the hunt for the Evil One. Valya needed to be clear-headed when he faced Luka. He couldn’t be hindered by emotions or thoughts of Richelle.
After he had removed the danger to Richelle, they would make the third exchange. They would be bound heart and soul, sharing one mind and sharing powers. Then she would be safe and he could love her the way she should be, with reverence and joy.
He felt a shifting in the energy around him. Reluctantly turning away from the bedroom, he went to the front door, opening it before Jonathon had knocked.
“Jeez, man,” Jonathon remarked as he pulled his hand back.
“Sorry about that, Jonathon.”
“No problem. I just keep forgetting about those superhuman powers of yours.”
Valya shrugged as he stepped aside to let Jonathon come into the apartment. Jonathon was one of the few people he trusted enough to allow him access to his home. Jonathon would stay with Richelle during the day and the Protectors would stand guard at night.
“So, tell me, Val. What’s the big problem?”
Valya sighed as he closed the door. “Have a seat. This may take awhile to explain.”
Chapter 12
Richelle awoke slowly, feeling a bit dazed and lightheaded like she had been asleep for a week. Sitting up in the bed, she realized her entire body ached. She rotated her head, trying to work the kinks out of her neck. She tried to remember what had happened last night, but couldn’t. She was having a hard time remembering anything, including where she was…or who.
She closed her eyes and was rubbing her temples with her fingertips when a thought came to her. Richelle. My name is Richelle. Opening her eyes, she looked around the room. It had a vague, familiar presence to it like a childhood memory, but not anything she could put her finger on. She should have been upset
or nervous about not recognizing her surroundings but she wasn’t.
Oddly, she was calm, almost serene. And when she inhaled, there was a unique scent that overran her senses. She couldn’t define it, but it was warm and spicy, very masculine. It comforted her on an intrinsic level. She sighed as she inhaled deeply, gathering her strength to go and find out where she was. As she threw back the covers, the chill in the room assailed her body, her nipples puckering in the cold. Underneath the warmth of the comforter, she hadn’t noticed that she was naked.
“Well, good evening, little miss. Whoa, so sorry.”
She was expressionless as some man sauntered into the room with a tray of food and a wolf trailing behind him, trying to dart past to join Richelle on the bed. He abruptly turned around, spilling a bit of juice and coffee when he saw Richelle sitting upon the bed naked from the waist up.
She is so beautiful.
Richelle looked at him with a start. “Did you say something?”
He cleared his throat, glancing over his shoulder instead of turning around.
“Who, me…no. I didn’t say anything.”
“Oh, I thought I heard…”
“I thought I’d bring you a bit of breakfast.”
“Breakfast? What time is it?”
“Well, it’s almost six. I thought since you’ve slept all day, well…”
“Thank you,” she interrupted. “That was very thoughtful.” She didn’t say anything else. He glanced over his shoulder again. Petting the wolf who had sat down beside her, she didn’t move to cover herself. She merely stared at him trying to remember who he was. Like everything else here—the room, the wolf who seemed extremely comfortable with her—he was faintly familiar and she didn’t fear him. Clearing his throat he stammered when he spoke.
“There’s a gown, um…draped over the chair to your left. If you’d like to, um…I mean to cover.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” So caught up in trying to remember missing portions of her memory, she hadn’t thought to cover herself. She turned her back to him. Quickly grasping the gown, she threw it over her head and smoothed it down her body before settling herself comfortably under the covers.