Darkest Before Dawn

by Amelia Hutchins

  “Is crazy ass Viking Barbie your wife?” My voice was so small and sounded as if it belonged to someone else.

  “She was once, a long time ago,” he admitted. “I have done very stupid and rash things which I have regretted because of her. Right now she seems to exist just to make me lose my mind.” He smiled weakly and I couldn’t explain the sense of relief that his words created in me. My stomach turned over and the fuzzy feeling in my head threatened to take me under.

  “Something is wrong with me, I feel sick,” I whispered.

  “You’re not sick. She gave you drugs. One’s that make you need…sex,” he swallowed hard as he got the words out. “The only way to relieve the pressure is to give you release.”

  He hadn’t untied my legs, and I was acutely aware of that fact. “Untie me?” I whispered through cracked lips. I was burning up, and I could feel the fever spreading to other parts of my body. “Jaeden,” I whispered again as I met his eyes.

  “You need to understand one thing, Emma; you can’t leave. If I don’t help you soon, you will be in agony for however many hours it takes for this to wear off.”

  “So basically you have to fuck me?” I snapped angrily as tears flooded my eyes.

  “No, but I will make you come…which can give you the same relief. This doesn’t have to be an all or nothing thing. I can make you come so many other ways, Emma, that you’ll find release and won’t have to feel the pain.”

  “But you won’t take my virginity?”

  “No, not unless you ask me to, but even then I might not. I want you, but not like this. I wanted you to ask me to take it, to take you.”

  “I’m on fire,” I cried as fiery pain shot through my body, making my back arch.

  “Tell me when that fire touches you…” his fingers trailed over my core, “here.”

  Chapter 21

  *~*Jaeden*~*

  She was spread out and exposed, bared exquisitely before me. Fucking Astrid took her will away, and she didn’t even know what was coming. Unimaginable pain would engulf her if she didn’t allow me to give her release…many releases at that.

  I should have killed Astrid for this, and if she wasn’t protected by Shamus, I would have. Emma didn’t deserve to be involved in our war, Astrid’s endless attempts to get me back. Seeing the Moor poised above Emma’s sweet flesh with his fangs scraping her skin had been enough to get him killed, but Astrid knew the laws. She knew that without my claim on her, that Emma was fair game. Unprotected.

  To claim her before this would have involved me doing it without her consent, and even with as dark and uncaring as I was, I wanted her permission. No, I needed it. She wouldn’t have agreed to it, and probably still wouldn’t.

  The sight of her strung up and her open, untouched flesh had my cock pulsing and straining to get free, to bury the need I felt in that creamy white flesh. Those rose-tipped nipples just begged to be sucked.

  “Listen to me. I need you to decide something before you get too far out of it. Do you want me to find Lachlan to do this, or do you want me to do it?” She looked up at me with dizzy confusion in her beautiful blue eyes.

  “You, Jaeden, I only want you. Promise me you won’t allow anyone else in here,” she cried, and I felt my useless heart clench. My cock jumped once to remind me he was there with us. Down boy; she’s untried and not ready for you. I didn’t smile, because she wasn’t really willing. She was a victim of my murderous ex-wife, who just couldn’t accept that she was a manipulative, adulterous, whore. One I could give less than a shit about.

  “You’re sure? I can find the wolf for you,” I asked cautiously, wondering if I had just lost my mind by trying to do the right thing. It was something I found myself doing more frequently since meeting her. Had I really just offered to find Lachlan to fuck the pain away, when I wanted nothing more than to drive my rock hard cock balls-deep in her tightness?

  “I said you!” she screamed, and her body pooled with intense heat. Her core flooded with moisture that my mouth watered to taste. Her unique scent alone was enough to drive me over the edge, but she was different than the others I sought out to find relief with. Emma had an innocence to her that couldn’t be faked.

  “I need to close the wounds, Emma,” I whispered as my fangs slid into place. Fuck, she’s addictive. Unlike any other female I’ve ever come across, and they number in the tens of thousands. I’ve fucked my way through countries, trying to forget what Astrid had done, what she was.

  Tonight I had almost forgotten it, almost allowed her back in for a mere second. Her subtle curves and the hunger had mixed with the knowledge that Emma was in close proximity to the wolves. Jealousy; I was fucking jealous over a mere mortal, or whatever she was. I knew she wasn’t one of us. It was another first for me. Most women sought me out, and I used them as they wished to be, but sweet Emma, she’d had a perfect no planted on her perfect lips from the get-go.

  I leaned my mouth over and closed the wounds on her ample breasts. Next, I leaned over, making sure to gently stroke her pussy with my fingers to test where she was with the aphrodisiacs. Her hips rose to my caress, drawn to it from the subtle relief my touch had awarded to her. I leaned over and placed my mouth on her inner thigh, perilously close to her sweet honey.

  Knuckles grazed her flesh as her mound pushed up again and the bonds strained with her movement. I watched as fire burned in her eyes. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that whatever Astrid had given her wasn’t very long lasting. She was covered in sweat, but at the same time, I could smell the drugs pushing through her system and out of her pores.

  “Emma,” I whispered, and allowed the hoarseness in my voice to caress her skin. I leaned over and licked the bite from Astrid that’s right above her sweet, drenched pussy. She bucked her hips at the connection, and I gave up trying to hide how fucking turned on I was.

  Her legs were spread wide, and her ass and pussy were right there, inches from my tongue. One taste. One single fucking taste and I’d end up fucking her until she was sore from it. I pulled out a knife, and cut her legs free; her breathing hitched as each leg fell to the bed.

  She’d been too much temptation with those legs up and parted, her sweet honey dripping for my greedy eyes to feed upon. I stepped back from the bed, watching as she realized I’d left her hands bound. I smiled as I crossed my arms and pulled my t-shirt up painfully slow.

  I loved the sounds she made as I bared my own my flesh to her. Those sweet hisses and hitches of her breath as she watched me strip to nothing. I kicked off the boots I wore, and met her eyes. My hands smoothed down my chest, right until I hooked my thumbs through the buckle of the belt I wore. I took my time undoing it, wondering how it would feel across that sweet ass.

  She bit gently into her lip and I didn’t dare take my eyes from hers. Full control. I needed it. I had it. Fucking craved it from her like a junkie craves a fix. She was mine now; tonight I would have her. I will make her mine. She’d leave this room owned and sore from what we had done.

  “Tell me, Emma. In your mind, what am I doing to you? Fucking your sweet body nice and slowly, or am I fucking you senseless? Should I make you work to come, or should I give you one for free?”

  She swallowed, and the noise made me harder, if that was even possible. I loved taking my time as I revealed to her what she would be having tonight. I told her I wouldn’t be rough for the first time, but I could see it in her sweet blue eyes. She wanted it. There was a hunger for me in them, and it was fucking erotic. Intense need that couldn’t be faked, and the beautiful intensity I saw in hers floored me.

  In all of my time as an immortal, I’d never wanted to fuck anyone as I did her. I wanted to rip her open and see what she’s made of. I wanted her submission. Many times, it wasn’t about what I wanted or needed. Not directly. Because I was the dominant one here, always. I was the fucking ma
ster. What I wanted from her was total obedience, and to allow me to control her pleasure in every sense of the word. I wanted her to be good, to be of use, to obey, and to scream for me. I wanted to please her, to make her boneless from how many times she would come for me.

  “Jaeden,” she whispered my name as I kept her eyes locked with mine.

  “After I take you the first time, Emma, we will no longer be Jaeden and Emma. You will be mine; you will please me and obey me, and for that, I will reward you with what I decide you deserve. My cock. My tongue. My fingers. I pick how you come for me, and when you can.”

  “That sounds…dark,” she replied breathlessly.

  “Everyone has a dark side, Emma. What I’m asking is if you want to come play with mine. My dark side is begging me to allow you inside of it, to make you my prey. It makes me believe things that shouldn’t be possible, like this; you being tied to my bed right now. This feels like a dream. A really fucking good one that I’ve dreamt about since I first laid eyes on you. So, tell me, Emma. Can I have you?”

  She smiled. She fucking smiled. Most women flinch when I tell them I want their obedience. Most have difficulty giving up control and yet this blushing little virgin was grinning with an eagerness in her eyes for me to take control. I shook the surprise off as I snapped the belt in my hands and watched as her eyes glazed over with heat. “You want that, don’t you?” I asked, watching as her legs slid further apart.

  Her pussy was soaked, and the smell was heady. I wanted to bury my face in it and suck that tender flesh until she begged me to come. Not yet, not until she was ready. Her pupils were no longer dilated from the drug, but from need.

  “I want you, Jaeden,” she replied to my earlier question.

  “Do you feel the drugs?” I asked, curiosity sneaking in. She shakes her head, and I grin. “No?”

  “No,” she answered with the hottest voice I’d ever heard from a woman. “I don’t think it’s working anymore.”

  My heart hammered in my chest, knowing if she put a stop to this now, it would just about kill me. I stood, still clad in jeans. They fit loosely over my hips and my cock is probably the only thing holding them on. I waited for her to demand to be released, but she just watched me. As if she was deciding our fate.

  “Do you want me to let you go?” I asked, even though doing so would leave me in agony.

  “No,” she said with a shy smile that spread across her lips.

  “Jesus, woman,” I groaned, and had to actually force myself to remain on my feet instead of falling to my knees with relief. “You’re sure? I won’t be able to stop once we’ve started, Emma. If you don’t want this, tell me now.”

  “I already told you. I want you, Jaeden, only you.”

  *~*Emma*~*

  I wanted him, and he’d seen it in my eyes. The expression he’d just made had created a need so dark and tempting inside my mind that I wasn’t leaving this room with my V-card intact. “Addy,” I whispered through the dryness of my lips.

  “I gave the order moment she got here that she wasn’t to be bitten, or turned. I can’t keep them from fucking her, though.”

  “Why didn’t you just tell me that?” I asked.

  “Because I wanted you, and Astrid was here, willing. She is always willing. The moment I watched you with Raphael, I knew it wasn’t her I wanted. It was you. The entire time she danced, I was imagining you. Just like this,” he smiled as the words came out filled with lust.

  “I’m not going to untie you,” he said with darkness in his eyes that both thrilled and scared me. His pants hung loosely on his hips, but the bulge was there. He wanted full submission, and I’d decided to give it to him this once.

  “You don’t have to, but Jaeden. I am scared,” I admitted.

  “I know,” he said as he leaned against the bedpost and smiled heatedly, “but what better way to make you perfect for me than to teach you from your first orgasm how to fuck me right? I’m going to give you pain tonight, Emma. It will be mixed with pleasure, and when you are wet enough to take me, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. At that point, I’m going to keep fucking you until you beg me to stop. The only question in my mind is if you will be able to handle it?”

  I swallowed, fear rising in my chest. “Um, I have no idea if I can handle it.”

  He smiled and approached the bed with his belt held in both hands. “I’m going to end up taking you hard. I like to fuck, a lot, and I like the person I fuck to know I’ve been inside of them for days afterwards. If it gets too painful, or it’s too much for you to handle, tell me and I’ll try to slow down.” His voice was just a rough rumble.

  “Try?”

  “Yeah, try. Emma, I’m very old, and in my day we fucked to claim. We fucked to please our women and keep them sated for weeks after we’d gone to sea. My point is I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. I’m going to make damn sure you know it was me who fucked you. Understand?”

  Chapter 22

  My heart accelerated. My pussy was soaking wet, and the moment he removed his pants, I wanted to scream, stop! I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying it. He placed the belt beside the bed, and pulled my ankles to him.

  “I’ve imagined what this would be like a million times, sweet girl. The noises you’d make for me, and the sweet taste of your flesh,” his mouth lowered to kiss one ankle and then the other one. “The way you’d scream as I pumped my cock into your tight sheath,” his fingers slid further up until they held my thighs and pushed them apart. My hands strained to touch him, but he locked his eyes with mine and all thoughts of anything other than where his lips would go next evaporated from my mind. He kissed my inner thighs, trailing his tongue in an erotic pattern of swirls and kisses. “I’m going to fucking destroy you, Emma, until you want no other man. You’ll be begging me for more, demanding I fuck your tight pussy because you want no other but me between your legs,” he growled huskily.

  Maybe the drugs were still going strong in my bloodstream, because sweat was pooling between my legs, as well as the back of my neck. My hips had begun to rock with need, and as his hands slid further up until he held my thighs apart, his mouth hovered over the one place I craved him most.

  “You want me to kiss you here?” he rasped as his tongue slid over my wet heat. I cried out with need, and made other inhuman noises. “Fuck, you taste better than the last time I kissed you here.”

  I was shocked that he’d kissed me there again, for all of about two seconds before it was replaced with need. Addy once told me men didn’t normally go down there with eagerness, yet he went straight for it. My hands held the rope as he controlled my legs, which tried to trap his head in place the moment that hot, seductive tongue had touched my flesh.

  “Open your legs, now,” his voice was stern and held an air of authority. I immediately obeyed him, but it wasn’t because he had control. At least that’s what I told myself. “Look at yourself,” he continued. “Look at how wet that sweet pussy is from just one lick,” he said, as he indicated just how wet he’d made me. “I’m going to make you come, and I want you to watch me do it,” he said as he moved to place pillows behind my head.

  I braced for the part which would hurt, and embraced it. Only he had no plans of penetrating me. Yet. He sat between my legs and stroked his cock slowly; the silken skin had swollen, leaving a monster of a cock in its place. I’d watched R-rated movies, and yes, even some XXX-rated ones, and I was pretty sure I could make the educated guess that they seriously didn’t make men like him anymore. I’d now seen it a few times, and was pretty sure I hadn’t imagined its magnitude.

  “You were made for it,” he said guessing where my thoughts had gone to. “You’ll take it all and more if I tell you to.”

  “That thing isn’t normal,” I whispered.

  “Says the twenty-one year old virgin?” he sm
iled.

  “Are you going to do it?” I asked unsure of how he planned to make me come, and if he’d be inside of me for it. I just knew there was a serious pressure in the lower part of my body and I felt like a needy bitch. I wanted him to make it happen again, and by happen, I meant right freaking now.

  “It’s not going to be fast, Emma, I told you that. I’m going to need to prepare you for me, and that’s going to take time…which I plan to enjoy. Have you ever sucked a cock?”

  I blinked. “Virgin?”

  “Fuck, this is going to be so much fun. I’m going to enjoy this far more than I thought I would. I think this may actually take days to do properly,” he said with a devilish grin on his face.

  I had a feeling by the time I left him tomorrow, I’d be hardly able to walk. He reached up and pinched one nipple and then the other, his eyes never leaving mine. His other hand pushed against my pubic bone with just enough pressure that heat flared in my core.

  “You know one of the good things about being a vampire, Emma?”

  “What?”

  He focused intently on what he was doing to me, “I can hear your heart speed up when you’re afraid, or when you like something. For example, you like it. You get turned on waiting for it to turn from pain to pleasure,” he whispered as he bit his lower lip seductively.

  “Pain is not a good thing,” I whispered.

  He smiled. “No?” he asked as his hands left my body and he lifted both of my legs up. My ass was fully exposed. I felt a bead of trepidation as his hand slapped my flesh sharply.

  I cried out, and yes, for all of ten seconds I wanted to slap him for doing this to me as I had the first time. Only, I felt my heart beat faster with anticipation for the pleasure it would bring. The next one burned my flesh, and yet my pussy grew wetter as it had the first time he’d done this. The next one was harder, but no longer painful. The sound of his hand as it smacked my flesh burned my ears but his hand against my flesh was pleasurable. I’d surely have a red ass in the morning, but the moment his hand massaged it, I moaned with pleasure. He pulled his hand away and slapped it harder, this time he allowed his hand to slap between my legs with the perfect weight behind it.