EcstasyEntwined

by Ju Dimello

  The open drawer beside the mattress and its contents drew his eyes. And he immediately felt a moment of irrational jealousy at the purple monster cock; in the next instant, the huge green dildo became his archenemy.

  He now had to compete with those?

  Elena shivered and tried to maintain her grip on the bed frame, to keep from shaking in anticipation. The swats to her ass had been sudden, yet exhilarating. The sting followed by his soothing touches made her wetter than ever. And the strange glint in his eyes added fuel to the already raging fire. She couldn’t wait.

  What the heck was taking him so long? He seemed too enthralled by her collection and Elena wondered if he’d pick one to double penetrate her.

  God, she hoped not!

  None of the dildos would fit into her rear. None of them were small enough, nor was she particularly enamored with anal sex. Her stomach clenched, but not necessarily in anticipation. She willed the sudden panic away, tensed and yet aroused by the confusing desires swirling through her.

  “My, my. What do we have here?” He pulled out a plain brown package, a feral grin lighting his features, his eyes apparently mesmerized by the contents.

  His unabashed enthusiasm spiked her curiosity. She racked her brain, trying to recall what was in it and when he pulled out a pair of fluffy handcuffs and a leather paddle, she had her answer. A trial package from her online shop, one she’d stuffed in the bottom of the drawer in frustration since she hadn’t had anyone to play with. And now she couldn’t wait to begin.

  His gaze, edgy with arousal, settled on her, as if contemplating whether to drive her wild or fuck her senseless. She voted for the latter, but when he took a step toward her, she knew he’d chosen the former.

  Cuffing her hands to the bedpost with a swiftness that matched her urgency, he positioned himself behind her and leaned in close to her neck, nipping lightly on the soft flesh with his fangs. She shook with the swirling sensations converging at her nape, where he laved to soothe the sting.

  “It’s time for punishment.”

  The sudden gruffness of his voice made her aroused all over again. He moved away, cupped her sex and thumbed her clit. She quaked, but held on, waiting for his thrust, for him to fuck her. He didn’t. She worried that he’d changed his mind. She twisted her body to glance at him. His face seemed set in granite, expressionless except for the gleaming eyes centered on her spread legs.

  “You’re soaked and more than ready.”

  His words came out choked. Was he as surprised, as eager as she was? He dipped a finger, then two, into her sex, moving them tentatively, as if testing her all over again. She shook and bucked, wanting more. His digits moved faster and faster, sending a spiral of pleasure rocketing through her. Her breathing hitched and, legs taut, she prepared herself, gripping harder on the wooden frame. A few more strokes, if he hit her clit again, she’d shatter. Blood roared in her ears.

  “Do you want to come?” he teased, withdrawing his finger.

  “Yes.”

  He pushed two digits back in. She grunted in mindless pleasure.

  “I say no.”

  “Please.” Close, so close to a shattering orgasm, she gasped and jerked when he pulled his hand away abruptly, leaving her hanging. “Heck! No, Gregory!”

  His breathing as heavy as hers, he leaned in, plundering her mouth in a ravaging kiss. They broke apart, panting.

  “You’re driving me wild,” he said. “But you’ll need to learn to wait.”

  She gulped back a sudden sob. “I’ve waited for years already.”

  At her soft words, his gaze hardened. He closed his eyes and let out a soft growl.

  “So have I, my love. I’m afraid I might do more harm than good if I allow myself the sweet pleasure of your body.”

  She tugged on her handcuffs, hating that she couldn’t cup his face and assure him it was all right. “You needn’t be afraid to play rough with me. I can handle it.” For him, anything.

  “I’m afraid I can’t handle myself. Not with my hunger ready to override my lust.”

  “But—”

  He shushed her with his fingers. “We’ll do it my way. If you keep resisting me at every turn, I might use that silk ball-gag on your mouth. Do you want to be gagged?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Wait like a good girl for my cock. And if you do as I say, when you come, I’ll be with you.”

  The smartass protest she wanted to deliver died in her throat.

  She wanted him inside with an intensity that terrified her. She wanted him as lost as she when they toppled over the edge into oblivion.

  She’d yearned for ages for a man to share her life with. What were a few measly minutes? Right? She gritted her teeth. Right?

  Her core convulsed, protesting each logical argument she forced her mind to invent. Breathless, her nerves fired up with anticipation, she watched him.

  He stepped over to the bed and picked up the bulging package with an enigmatic smile. When he moved in behind her, she couldn’t help but turn around; her gaze roamed over his sleek, muscled body—from the chocolate brown of his eyes to his broad shoulders and toned abdomen to his hard cock jutting out. Finally, her gaze settled on his hands. He held a butt-plug and a tube of lubricant.

  He pushed the tiny object into her soaked core, and she resisted the urge to laugh out loud. His intense stare warned her not to.

  “You’re dripping wet. This plug is drenched already. I wonder if you need the lube at all.”

  His soft voice made her squirm and the slide of the anal-plug against her slick folds made her quiver in anticipation.

  “Take a deep breath, Lena. Relax your muscles for me.”

  His hot fingers probed, smearing the cool lubricant into her hole. She tensed and he swatted her. Not that hard, but her ass cheek tingled and she drenched further.

  “That’s what you get for disobeying me. Now let’s try again.”

  His smooth caress on her burning ass cheek relaxed her and opened her up. She let her breath out in a hiss while he eased the plug into her ass. It felt full and far different than anything she’d experienced so far. How would it be if he fucked her now?

  He groaned. “You’re so freaking beautiful. I’m tempted to use the paddle right now, ’til you scream, beg me to fuck you.”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to beg him already.

  But his next words halted her train of thought. “Before that, I want to eat your pussy. Would you like that?”

  Not waiting for an answer, he removed the butt plug and came forward to free her cuffs. Startled, she jerked upright when he turned her around and pushed her on the bed. She parted her legs as he moved between them. He adjusted her, hands gripping her hips, so that her ass lay at the edge of the bed, her thighs balanced on his waist as he bent down. His warm hands trailed upward, cupping, kneading her aching breasts.

  His erection teased her clit and he hissed at the contact at the same time as she. His palms tightened on her breasts and his fangs elongated as she watched with a horrified fascination.

  A low growl escaped his parted lips.

  She’d expected him to kiss her, maybe even bite her during her climax. But the sudden change in him seemed too much, too soon to process.

  “First, I need to taste you so badly.”

  His gruff voice sent a bolt of panic through her, even as he descended toward her neck.

  No!

  Chapter Seven

  Elena tensed, pushing on his chest, unsure if her refusal echoed in her mind or if she’d really screamed. Dreading the unexpected prick of his fangs, she scrunched her eyes. Panic clawing her throat, she lashed out, wanting, no, needing some air.

  His hands moved to her shoulders, soothing her, steadying her. “Look at me, Lena.”

  She dug her nails into her palms. “No!”

  “Please?”

  She shook, whimpered, even as his voice coaxed her to open her eyes. His gaze was intent, focused on her, but the expression
on his face melted her heart. The raw tenderness calmed her insides and she realized his fangs had receded.

  He looked as pained as her, and maybe more.

  “What happened, Gregory?”

  “You!”

  Her bewilderment must have shown on her face, for he took a deep breath and ran his hands over his already mussed hair, his eyes bleak. “You brought out the bloodlust in me.”

  “I don’t understand. How?”

  He caught her face between his palms, kissing her forehead. “I keep my need for blood and my sex separate. Since the day you called—from the moment I heard your voice—I’ve been possessed. Possessed by this need for you, this constant urge—to fuck you and to taste your blood.”

  Oh God! It meant she’d enticed him through the phone. The thrall she’d kept under wraps managed to entice him to seek her out. What had she done?

  Tears blinded her eyes. She tried to pull away from his grip.

  “Don’t twist. I’m controlling myself with a lot of effort as it is.”

  His words had no impact on the terror spreading through her. She didn’t want to harm him further. If he fucked her, came inside her, he could very well die. And she couldn’t lose the only person she’d come to care about.

  He needed to go. Now.

  “Lena. Please!” His sharp voice splintered her mind-numbing fear. She focused on the rough timbre of his words, trying to calm her breathing. She glanced into the rugged, handsome face that’d become so dear to her in a couple of hours. His full lips moved. He was still speaking? The buzzing in her head subsided as she concentrated on him. “Listen to me. Try to understand what I’m saying.”

  Even while his words ignited her own doubts, she asked, “Is this, what you’re experiencing, normal?”

  Please tell me it’s not my siren’s curse at work.

  “The legends of one woman capable of exciting and yet taming the monster inside us are rumored to be true. There’re so few vampires around and none I know has found their mate—or whatever.”

  She fervently hoped it was true. The need to connect with someone burned within her so much that in her heart she understood what he meant. And she wanted to be his. She’d liked Gregory as a friend, had enjoyed his sexual innuendoes and now melted under his strong touch. Somewhere along the line, he’d not only breached her defenses, but touched her heart as well.

  One question still clamored for her attention and she hesitated, wondering how to ask him.

  His steady gaze didn’t waver from her face. “Go on, ask me.”

  Was she really that easy to read? “If you drink my blood, will I turn into a vampire?”

  “No.”

  “That’s possible though?”

  He smirked. “Why? Are you offering to become one?”

  “Gregory!” She swatted his arm and waited, wondering if he’d avoid a reply.

  He placed a soft kiss on her nose and adjusted himself before answering. “The blood-exchange is as detrimental to the vampire as to the human they’re converting. No one would dare attempt it—they haven’t in decades.”

  His expression took on a faraway cast as he continued, “We don’t want to upset the natural balance of nature by creating more vampires or by killing humans.”

  And attract attention in the process, she completed. Made sense. In a similar way, she’d avoided contact with others to keep herself away from harm. A self-preservation instinct, to survive.

  “Are you sure no harm will come to you by—by fucking me?”

  “You’re the only person who can keep my hunger under wraps, satiate my lust. And I’m not spouting nonsense to get into your panties. Though I’d eventually love to,” he replied with a wink.

  Suddenly his fangs didn’t seem as terrifying as the hopes crashing within her, roaring to be heard.

  She hadn’t had a single person who really cared for her as an individual, apart from her long-dead parents.

  Had it been a couple of centuries already?

  Memories were all she had to cherish. Her father, a human who possessed the rare ability to resist a siren’s voice, had apparently wooed and married her mother. Elena had been eighteen when her father passed away and her mother had died of heartbreak, leaving her alone in the world.

  As a young woman with dreams of happily ever afters, she’d learned her lesson the hard way when everyone she spoke to became enamored by her, unable to resist the allure.

  Some even tried to force her, and any protests she made only inflamed them more. Whatever happened wasn’t their fault. Having only her voice to blame, she’d learned to defend herself soon enough.

  In time, she’d learned to pretend.

  People seemed more compassionate to a dumb-girl, drifting through town. And she’d done every odd job she could, learning by night, keeping pace with the changing world. She’d always enjoyed handcrafting and creativity. Her small home business had expanded and technology had helped her.

  She’d convinced herself she had been satisfied. Not anymore.

  She wet her lips, watched his dark eyes glint and fixate on her tongue. “Can I ask you something?”

  His head whipped up and he grinned. “Sure. I have a question for you as well. But you go first.”

  “How is it, being a vampire? How did you become one?”

  Gregory stared for a few seconds, at a loss for words to answer her.

  The darkness pulsed as potent as a live thing inside his head, but being near her calmed him down to some extent. As soon as his arousal increased, the monster threatened to overtake his common sense. He hoped once he fucked her, the dark part of him would recede. But he needed to alleviate her fears first, earn the trust she’d given him so freely.

  He sat cross-legged beside her on the bed, moving to play with her breasts. She swatted his hand away and fixed him with a glare.

  He blew her an air-kiss, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts. He’d been a warrior once, bloodied in a battle, just as his then beloved feared. On the cusp of death, he’d been converted into a vampire. When he regained his senses, he was appalled to find the truth—

  “My lover had not only been a vampire, but she gave her life to save mine.”

  Since then he’d dropped the sword and taken up business instead. What did they say? Once a warrior…

  She ran a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry.”

  “I—” He cleared his throat and laced his fingers through hers, suddenly grateful for her silent comfort. “It was a long time ago, and since then, my work is everything to me.”

  “I know that.” Her smile came out more a grimace.

  He understood her all too well. He could boast of a multi-million dollar profit from his company, handling everything from high-tech electronics support to confidential helplines, with several thousand employees working under him; still, he couldn’t actually call any of them friends. Of course, he had a couple of acquaintances among vampires. The younger vamps worked for his nocturnal helpline and the older vampires, like him, still wary of the centuries-old massacre, stayed as aloof as possible. Any sort of friendship that evolved over centuries of watching each other’s backs was complex. It also didn’t allow for the participants to have an easy camaraderie that allowed them to mingle or swap stories over a round of drinks.

  Partially it was his mistake too. A loner by choice, he’d expended all his energy in his professional life. Until the day he’d heard her voice and lost his head.

  “You’re really brave,” she said, her voice reflecting her sincerity.

  The admiration in her gaze unearthed something warm and gooey in his chest. “Me? I don’t think so. I’ve just learned to adapt.”

  “No.” She sidled closer, placing her face on his shoulder. “Running the helpline, giving immortals a chance to connect.”

  “Ah, that?” He smiled. “It’s not as glamorous as it sounds. We hit the jackpot with maybe one or two real immortals among thousands of calls. A friend owns a few nightclubs and he has an un
derground club reserved for others like us. Once I ascertain their identities, I just direct them to the club and my job is done.”

  “Still brave,” she declared, moving away from him with a shove.

  “Or maybe I just like to break hidden rules,” he countered. He trailed a finger over her nipple. “Enough about me. Now it’s my turn.”

  Closing her eyes, she sighed. “Yeah?”

  “Did you wear panties?”

  She stared at him, letting out a snort. “Of course, I did, I do! Every single day.”

  He traced her lower lip with a finger. “Whenever you called me?”

  Her seductive smile coupled with a slight shake of her head made his heart hammer. She’d been without panties the entire time she’d spoken to him? Every night?

  He descended on her, his lips hard and demanding. Relentless in opening her mouth and seeking her tongue. She tasted of cinnamon and spice, sending a stab of lust to his hardened, beyond-pain cock. He needed her now, darkness be damned.

  Her taste spread into his system and he hungered for more.

  His cock probed the juncture of her thighs and she spread her legs farther, inviting him in without hesitation. He pulled back and glanced at the place where their bodies joined—or rather readied to join.

  She gave a choked cry of protest when he gave a peck on her open lips, which soon changed into a needy whimper as he trailed to her neck. Her heated breath as he swept his tongue at the sensitive spot made his fangs throb.

  “Bite me.”

  Her strangled whisper gave him pause. She offered her neck to him, clearly wanting more. His heart raced at her inherent submission to his dark desires.

  “Not yet, my sweet,” he assured her. “But soon.”

  Lights exploded behind Elena’s closed eyes as his fangs scraped her skin.

  His promise whispered across her mind, taunting her with unbidden promises. He moved downward, burying his face in her sex. Her legs balanced on his shoulders, he cupped her buttocks and spread her. She felt something—the buttplug or his finger—probing her ass and she took a deep breath, relaxing, trusting him with her pleasure.