by Emma Dawn
“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered, “Just say the word and I will. I won’t—”
“Don’t you dare stop.” I managed to speak around the growing struggle to breathe normally. A week of this and my heart was going to burst from sheer overload.
“Good.” He slid under me and latched onto my other breast. His mouth and teeth suckled hard, drawing the nipple and my breast deep into his mouth as his finger and thumb spread and pressed my pussy wide.
“No fisting,” I bit the words out, suddenly aware I needed to set some boundaries.
“M’kay,” he said around a mouthful of tit. I wanted to laugh, but struggled not to. Maybe at some point I’d let him go further, but not tonight. Today, this morning. Hell, I had no idea what time it was. His thumb slid from my wet pussy and he slid in another finger.
At first, I didn’t understand, and then his thumb circled up around my clit, wet with my own juices while his other fingers worked their magic inside me, stroking and pushing hard.
My hips began to work in time with his hand, slow and steady.
“Wick, please, I want you inside me.” I whispered the words and the answering groan was all I heard as he unlatched from my breast and slid up so his face was right under mine. “A kiss then, and I’ll do as you ask.”
I was happy to oblige. I sat back on my knees and drew him with me so we were both on the rug, facing each other, arms wrapped around one another. His mouth tasted like the whiskey and I lifted an eyebrow. He winked. So, he’d snuck some of my whiskey, had he?
I bit his lower lip. “Bad, bad Wick. You’re going to get a beating for stealing my drink.”
His eyebrows raised and I wanted to smack my forehead. He’d been a slave; what was I thinking?
But his wide eyes were all mock innocence. “You can prove nothing.”
I leaned in and kissed him again, deep, tasting every inch of his mouth. I pulled back only a little. “Sorry, evidence is there.”
“Unless I beat you first?” he quipped as he spun me around so my back was to him and pushed me so I was back on my hands and knees. He bit my left ass cheek so suddenly I cried out, with pleasure, pain, and sheer surprise.
He chuckled. I threw a mock glare over my shoulder and he rubbed his face against my lower back. “Too hard?”
“No, I like a good bite,” I said. He moaned something about temptation being too strong and how he’d like to sink his teeth into me.
His hands curled around and under me as he pressed himself between my cheeks, sliding his cock down over my tight ass bud to the wetness waiting on the other side. Back and forth, he slid so my moisture was everywhere. No matter where he placed his tip, I was wet. I pushed backward, a clear invitation to get him inside me. He took it, and pressed the tip of his cock into the edge of my pussy. I reached under and guided him in so he didn’t slip out. Leaning on one hand as I was, I could reach back and stroke his balls with each thrust of his hips. A hiss slid from his lips.
“Allianna, stop, I will not last,” he begged.
I dropped my hand, settling on the motion of our bodies rocking together, the feeling of his lower abs against my ass cheeks and the growing connection between us. He leaned forward and pressed his cheek against my back.
“Preacher warned me,” he said. “But I did not believe him.”
A groan slid from me as his fingers found my clit and rubbed a hard thumb across it. I didn’t know if I wanted to buck against his thumb or his cock, so caught between the two ecstatic levels of pressure that made me want to come right then.
“He warned me that you would consume me, that your heart was bigger than even you knew. He can see all of you, and he was right. He knew the others would fail.” He rocked against me harder and then softer, back and forth between tender and demanding as his thumb flicked and pressed in the same manner.
I whimpered, “Please, Wick, I’m so close. I want to come.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, like he was gasping for each lungful. “Sweet girl, I can’t hold off.”
“Together then,” I said, “come with me, Wick. Fuck me and don’t stop.”
He growled and the thrusting, the driving of his hard cock so deeply into me, the curl of the pleasure from his hands demanding that I rise with him were so intense, I had to close my eyes. I had to focus on my breath as the flesh of our bodies slapped harder and harder, as my hips rose to meet his and I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. Wick was mine, he was mine and there was an answer in his laughter that echoed my own, the same sense of humor, the same love of life.
I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to ride this crest of pleasure with him over and over, and as I climaxed, screaming out for more, demanding he fuck me, I knew I would get a chance. I collapsed on the fur rug, burying my face in its softness and warmth, Wick on top of me, still inside me. He slowly kissed his way along my shoulders, to my neck, rolling me over so we faced each other.
His lips found mine and the leisurely way we pressed our mouths together, the way our tongues danced as if they’d known each other for years, all of it brought a strange feeling deep inside.
Love was not possible. I was no girl child to believe that, but I did recognize a kindred spirit in Wick. One left far too young to fend for itself.
“Your eyes are trying to speak to me,” he murmured as he kissed the side of my mouth.
I ran my fingers down his back, knowing our time was drawing short.
“I’m an orphan too. I only have my sister.”
His head drew up and he frowned down at me. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, I just...I just know there is something between us I could not have imagined.”
He brushed his fingers across the edge of my hairline. “More than Preacher?”
I frowned, thinking. “No, not more. Just...different.”
He nodded, and kissed me with such tenderness that if you’d asked me even an hour before, I would have said he wasn’t capable. That the laughing man would know nothing of sweet gentle lovemaking.
A knock at the door stilled his ministrations on my body. “Damn, I want more time, Allianna.”
I smiled up at him, kissed him gently. “So do I.”
He sat up, and helped me do the same. I took stock of my body, expecting there to be some tenderness from the two rounds of lovemaking and excessive orgasms of the day so far. As it was, though, I felt nothing but a sweet glow suffusing my limbs.
I drew in a breath. “That fire whiskey is something else.”
Wick laughed and helped me stand. I stumbled and he caught me against his chest. Gently, so very gently, he kissed the top of my head. “Have fun with King, but not too much fun. I will have to find a way to outdo him when I see you next.”
Laughter spilled up between us and he kissed me one last time before he gathered his clothes and left me there, naked and all alone.
I waited and when King did not immediately enter, I let out a breath of relief. Not that the thought of the green-eyed vampire didn’t excite me, but to be honest, I wanted to wash a bit. The smell of Preacher and Wick clung to me, and while I didn’t mind, I wanted to have a moment to freshen up.
That seemed only fair, to bed them each with a clean slate, as it were.
The shower was damn amazing. The second time, the water was the perfect temperature as I stepped under the rain head. I couldn’t help but think of Preacher and his touch, the feel of his body on mine, which led to my first impression of Wick, which was so wrong. He was special, just not the same way Preacher was.
I scrubbed my body with the soap and lathered up my hair. I rinsed off, toweled off, and still there was no King to attend to me. Maybe I had to go find him? Maybe it was some sort of hide and seek that he wanted?
If that was the case, then I needed clothes. I circled the room to the tall wardrobe and peered into it.
Clothing of every color and style looked back at me, all of it women’s clothes.
; I pulled a few pieces out and held them up to my body. They looked like they’d been made for me. Which was impossible because no one had known I was going to be brought here. I frowned and pulled out more clothes, pulling tops on and off at random.
Every last piece was cut to my size.
Which had to mean someone had known I was coming, and they’d been waiting for me. I put a hand to the back of my head, thinking.
For the first time, I was alone without one of the men touching me and my mind was clear of the lusty haze that had so held me in its grasp.
There was no way that Spartan would be able to train me in five days to face that twat of a queen. No doubt she’d been training for this the last hundred years. My brain was finally back online after its trip to the orgasm house, and it was telling me it was not going to work long term. Dominique still needed me. Cassie still needed me.
“Shit, I’ve got to get out of here.” I pulled the darkest clothes I could find out of the cupboard. A long dark sweeping skirt and a peasant blouse in the same shimmering black. I slid them on, the material ghosting over my skin and making me shiver.
I had to find the hospital area, get Cassie, and get us the hell out of here. Not only would that keep my life intact, but the brothers’ too. If there were no potential queen to submit, then there was no reason to be killed, right? Seemed logical to me. I left, and no one would die. I nodded to myself, this was the right course of action. I knew it in my heart.
But why then did my heart cry out that I was losing something precious, just walking away from this world without even trying to fight for it?
Chapter Eight
I slipped out of my sumptuous room and into the hallway. There were lights in the walls here and there. Not torches, but real electrical lights. So much for that fantasy; my bubble burst like a kid with a needle and a water balloon.
I kept to the far side of the hall and strode forward. Creeping would only intensify the image I was doing something I shouldn’t be.
A man stepped from around a far corner. I made a beeline for him when I saw he was not one of the five brothers. “Excuse me.”
He startled and stared at me as if I’d just spouted some sort of profanity at him. I smiled. “I’m looking for the hospital wing. Can you point me in the right direction?”
He continued to stare at me, his eyes wide.
My patience was not at an all-time high. I was going to run out of sand in the hourglass of my life if I did not make this happen right now. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “Hospital wing, where is it?”
“T-t-t-that way.” He pointed down the way he’d come. “D-d-d-down the set of stairs and stay to the l-l-l-l-eft.”
I bobbed my head. “Thanks.”
He pulled away from me as I went by like I had some sort of a virus and all but ran in the other direction.
I didn’t care. I just wanted to get to Cassie. From there, I could get us both out of here, and the amazing, mind-blowing sex that I’d experienced would hold me over for years, maybe even decades. Because how could any human man possibly come close to bringing me that kind of pleasure? The men I’d been with in the past had either been rutting pigs, only worried about their own pleasure, or men who were so uncertain that they tried too hard, or wouldn’t take direction because how could I, a woman, possibly know what felt good? None of those left me with anything but the need of a vibrator and the image of one of my heroes in my head in a large tub full of bubbles every Saturday night.
I sighed as I put my foot on the top step. A voice down the hall from where I’d come made me pause.
“What do you mean you don’t know where she is? If the others get a hold of her, they’ll kill her!” Wick’s voice held a note of sheer terror.
Shit, someone else besides the queen might try and kill me? Those damn boys. They hadn’t been honest, then. I frowned, doing what I could to harden myself against Wick’s obvious worry.
Honesty was something I wanted, needed, after Mike’s indiscretion. I shook my head and hurried down the stairs, moving as fast as I could without flat-out running. At the bottom, I stayed to the left, the hallway curling around and around until I came to a rather tiny door, not at all what I would have expected for a hospital. That should have been my first warning.
I pushed the door open and gagged on the smell floating out to me.
“Oh, my God, that is horrendous,” I whispered through clenched teeth, going farther in, looking for any sign of a bed, or Cassie. I dared to call out for her, “Cassie?”
A low rumbling snarl stopped me in my tracks. The scent of dog mixed in with the smell of shit and rotting meat.
I bit my lower lip. “This isn’t the hospital ward, is it?”
I don’t know who I thought was going to answer me. There was the pulling sound of chains across the stone floor and then a massive, furred body flung toward me, claws outstretched.
I fell backward, scrambling on my ass to get back to the door. How far did the beast’s chain stretch?
I pushed with all I had, fighting to get to safety. I refused to sit there and wait for someone to rescue me. The snapping teeth clashed shut right in front of my nose, and a big paw landed on the edge of my skirt, and pinned me to the floor.
The wolf was bigger than anything I’d ever seen, its body hulking and dark with shades of black and gray. The low rumbling growl echoing from its chest vibrated in my own. I held very still, knowing that any movement would send the beast over the edge. I’d seen the look in Luke’s eyes more than once when he pinned a rabbit down. As long as the rabbit remained still, there was a chance it would be rescued. But if it moved...an image of white fur splattered with blood was all too strong and all too possible. Only, it would be my blood splattered on my black skirt and top.
If I was dealing with vampires, then this wolf might be no ordinary wolf. Just based on its size, I would guess it wasn’t.
A werewolf, though, was part human, and therefore should have some capacity for understanding, shouldn’t it?
“I don’t know why you are here. But I can help you if you let me go.” I whispered the words, afraid to so much as take a deep breath.
The growling deepened and the wolf took another half step, bringing its body over my own. I didn’t lean back, which meant my face was pressed into the beast’s shoulder. A distinct smell of clean air and deep summer nights whispered under the smell of death.
“You don’t belong here,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”
I didn’t know who I was apologizing to, but I felt it in my bones. This wolf was a prisoner, far more than I was. But that meant the two of us were really on the same side.
It sat down, and the growling stopped. My jaw dropped.
“You understand me?”
The deep brown eyes regarded me, and then slowly it nodded, the chain rattling slightly. I drew a breath as I shook my head. “They will probably kill me too, you know. Maybe I should just let you have at me.”
A sharp grunt from the wolf and it shook its head. It made a motion as if to shoo me out of the room with one big floppy paw. I stood and stared down at it.
“If I survive, I’ll free you. I promise.”
The wolf lay down and watched me as I backed out of the room and quietly shut the door. Only then did I realize how close I had come to being bitten, eaten, or maybe worse, turned into a werewolf. I sank to the ground, my legs no longer able to hold me upright. Tears slipped down my cheeks, as much for the scare as for the beast behind the door. I had no doubt it was the queen who kept him there. I pushed to my feet, so angry I could have throttled her right there, if she’d been available for throttling, that was. I turned and headed back up the stairway as the sounds of running feet came hammering down.
I pressed myself against the side wall, thinking they would pass me by. But they turned out to be just one set of feet, and that one turned out to be Spartan.
He grabbed my arms and yanked me hard which flung me into his chest.
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p; “Where the hell do you think you were going?”
I stared up at him, still flushed with fear from the beast, and embarrassingly my eyes welled up. I tried to jerk my arm away from him but he didn’t let me go. Instead, he began to drag me up the stairs.
I didn’t dig my heels in, but instead followed meekly behind. However, at the top of the stairs, I pulled back, putting enough weight into it that Spartan paused and looked back at me.
“Is there more danger than the queen?”
His jaw ticked and he nodded. “My brothers didn’t want to tell you.”
Now my jaw ticked. “They did lie to me, then.”
“If you want to look at it that way, yes. What were you doing outside the room?” His gaze seemed to burn through me and I found myself looking away.
He snorted. “You want honesty, but don’t want to give it. Typical.”
I whipped a hand around and slapped his face so hard my hand smarted all the way up to my elbow.
“Don’t you ever lump me into a group with faithless, brainless women.”
His glare hardened and the exquisite lines of his mouth thinned. “Then what were you doing outside the room?”
“My friend is here somewhere. They said in a hospital. I asked a vampire I saw and he sent me—”
Spartan jerked me forward until we were nose to nose. “What did he look like?”
“What?” I found the intense proximity a bit much. I had a hand on his chest and was using it to balance myself, but if I just leaned in a little more, maybe our lips would touch.
No. The thought stopped me. Spartan hated me, and I would not fall to the lust curling through me.
“What did the vampire look like? He gave you directions to the chained wolf?” He blinked. “Did you go into the wolf’s den?” Without waiting, he bent his head and drew in a deep breath from around me. “You went to the wolf and survived?” Those golden eyes were so round with shock that another time I would have laughed.
“She shouldn’t have chained him up,” I said. I closed my eyes, trying to think about what the other vampire had looked like.