Warlord

by Angela Knight

  Warily, I retreated as he stalked me, forcing me to dance aside to avoid his long, powerful reach. I knew if he got his hands on me, it was over.

  I also knew I could finish it just as fast. I’m good with a sword—all my people are. If Gage had been any other vamp bent on anal rape and stupid enough to face me unarmed, I’d have taken his head in a blink. But every time I looked in those hot blue eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to use any of the openings I saw.

  But he did.

  Curling his lip back from those razored fangs, he lunged at me, straight on and fearless, forcing me to shift my blade aside to avoid skewering him through the chest. As I gasped at the close call, one big hand engulfed my wrist as a foot swept my ankles. He slammed into me, and we both hit the ground. I managed to hold on to the blade, but before I could roll away, he was wrapped around me, a hot, muscled blanket, one hand holding my sword wrist pinned, his feet hooking my calves. I writhed, trying to jerk free, but he only laughed, a dark, masculine chuckle that reverberated in my ear.

  “Dinnertime,” he purred.

  “Fuck you!” I heaved and struggled, desperately trying to work free of his hold. I got nowhere. Despite my resistance, he coiled around me like a human python until he had me stretched out and immobilized in a wrestling hold.

  “Oh, baby,” he whispered in my ear, his deep voice wicked and amused. “Looks like I’ll be having my favorite dish—Fem kabob.” I felt his cock jerk against my butt, long and hard and eager.

  “Son of a bitch!” I gasped, straining against his powerful body—with absolutely no effect. He had me in a hammer lock, one massive arm curled around my shoulders, holding my left arm raised and trapped over my head even as he reached past my head to grip my sword wrist. No matter how I fought, I couldn’t free myself. I was completely helpless against his overwhelming vampire strength.

  And I’d never been so hot in my life.

  “Speaking of someone who’s grown,” he said, reaching his free hand around to toy delicately with the peaks of my arched, heaving breasts. He palmed one quivering globe, weighing it in his hand. “These have definitely improved with age.” Gently, he squeezed, then caught my nipple between his fingers and pinched with such wicked skill that a moan escaped before I could suppress it. I could feel my cunt flooding. “Sensitive, too.” For several long moments, there was no sound but my rapid breathing as my captor milked pleasure from my desperately hard tips, first one, then the other. It was all I could do not to rub my ass against the forged-steel length of him. Until he said, his voice rough with lust, “You do realize I’ve got you exactly where I want you?” Delicately, he licked the taut cord in my neck and slid his feet higher up my calves, prying my thighs apart, forcing my butt back against him until his shaft pressed hard against the cleavage of my cheeks. “In this position, I can slide my cock right up your tight little asshole while I sink my fangs into your throat.” He licked the thin skin again, then opened his mouth wider until he could scrape the points of his teeth across my pulse. Just hard enough to make me shiver. “Give you a deep, grinding fuck while I feed. Possess you more thoroughly than any of your precious Warlords ever could. And you’ll love it, even when you feel like I’m splitting you wide. That’s why every horny vamp dreams of capturing a Warfem. You’ve all got this delicious masochistic streak.”

  “Go to hell!” Not the most clever response in the world, but with my cunt going so wet, I was finding it hard to think. I jerked and writhed, but he held me easily.

  “Oh, yeah!” he purred. “Rub that round little ass against my cock. God, I love this position.” I quivered helplessly as he brushed his long, strong hand over my belly on the way to my pussy. When he got to it, he slid a big finger boldly between my lips. And laughed, darkly triumphant. “I think you like it, too, judging by all this slick cream. Too bad, babe.” He rolled his hips, rubbing that long, thick shaft against my butt. “I’m afraid I’ve got another orifice in mind for this particular fuck. Speaking of which…” He pulled his finger from my hot cunt as I bit back a moan, reached deeper between my thighs with that long, muscled arm…

  And found my anus.

  I sucked in a hard breath as he slowly forced his forefinger into the tightly crimped little opening. The sensation of being penetrated there was so hot and just slightly painful that I gasped, jolting against him. “You a virgin, Tamir?” he rumbled into my ear.

  I licked my lips, trying to decide whether to admit it. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. What do you think?”

  I could almost hear the wicked grin in his voice. “I think maybe I’ll be merciful.” A second finger forced its way deep, sliding alongside the first. I sucked in a breath. “Or maybe I won’t.” He pressed deeper, scissoring his fingers, forcing me to stretch. I couldn’t quite suppress the whimper. “On second thought, forget mercy. Buttfucking Tamir Adair has been my favorite kinky fantasy far too long.” He rolled with me, flattening me under his weight as he slowly hunched his powerful hips against my butt. “Virgin or not, darling, you’re in for a very rough ride.”

  I went limp under him, abandoning even the pretense of resistance as excitement burned hot trails along my nerves. “Jesus, Gage,” I moaned. “You’re making me hot.”

  “That’s it,” he crooned. “Submit. Relax that tight little asshole for your new master’s cock. God, I’m hard. I’m going to make you scream.”

  I moaned, my face pressed to the deck, staring sightlessly at the sword in my lax hand, totally absorbed in the sensations of his body lifting off mine, his hands catching my cheeks, preparing to spread me.

  It was then that I realized my sword arm was free.

  In that instinct, my mercenary’s fighting instincts told me I had him. All I had to do was twist around, swing that sword and…

  I’d win. I’d be free. I wouldn’t even have to kill him, just wound him. Otherwise, I’d become his Bloodslave, prey to his fangs and cock, his to spread and fuck whenever he wanted. Mouth. Pussy. Ass. Blood. All his.

  I looked at the sword in my hand, feeling my muscles coil, ready to spin around and…

  Instead I opened my fingers and watched them slide away from the hilt. Leaving the sword where it lay, I braced my elbows on the floor and lifted my rump, offering myself to Gage Deauxville. The man I’d never stopped loving, despite my stupid teenage fantasies of dominant Warlords.

  Gage laughed in my ear, softly triumphant. “That’s my girl. Spread your cheeks for me, Tamir.”

  Startled, I looked over my shoulder at him, realizing suddenly he’d given me that opening deliberately. “What would you have done if I’d gone for the sword, Gage?”

  He bared his teeth. “Slap it out of your hand, ream your ass, and let you go.”

  I eyed him. “And now?”

  The bared teeth became a hot grin. “Well, I won’t be letting you go.”

  I grinned back. “Good.”

  Then I caught my rear cheeks in both hands and spread myself for my new master’s use.

  He took that massive cock in hand and set the rounded tip against my sensitive virgin anus. I had to swallow a whimper as he began to force it inside, stretching the delicate tissue mercilessly.

  Jesus, he was huge. That big shaft felt as if it was going to rip my ass wide open as he slowly, relentlessly worked more and more of it into the desperately tight opening. “Damn, Tamir,” he rumbled, “you’re so fucking luscious.” I felt his big hands wrap around my hips, drag me closer, impaling me completely.

  “God! It’s…” I didn’t even know a word intense enough for it. Taking Gage Deauxville’s dick up my ass was overwhelming, painful—and darkly, powerfully erotic.

  Finally, he had all of it inside, as far as he could reach. I was lying there, limp and dazed and skewered, when I felt him suddenly come down over me completely, wrapping his legs and arms around me in that immobilizing wrestler’s hold again. He rolled with me so he was half under me, half on his side. Then, when he had me stretched helplessly over his big body, he slowly
began to thrust.

  It hurt. And yet—there was a luscious pleasure to it, too, a pleasure that intensified when he reached his free hand down between my thighs to stroke my hard clit. I jolted and quivered as the wicked delight grew with every buggering stroke of his cock. I went bonelessly limp in the face of the pleasure-pain, moaning helplessly. Barely aware when he lowered his head to the arch of my throat.

  The sharp prick of his fangs sinking into my skin tore a groan from my mouth. “Jesus, Gage!”

  He rumbled something feral against my throat and began to drink in long swallows as he slowly thrust his hips, using my ass, still stroking my clit.

  The climax took me by surprise, tearing a scream from my throat as I arched my back to force his cock even deeper up my ravaged anus. Distantly I heard his triumphant growl, and then he was hunching hard, screwing me without mercy as he fed. I screamed in pleasure-pain, and the orgasm intensified, pounding through me in time to his ruthless anal strokes. Until, finally, I felt Gage come deep in my ass, shooting me full of hot sperm.

  It was a long time before either of us moved. “Now that,” he said in my ear, “was worth becoming a vampire for.” He gave the small wound in my throat a tender lick.

  My eyes widened as I twisted my head to look at him. “You became a vampire for me?”

  He shrugged. “You wanted a master.” He grinned, flashing his fangs at me. “Now you’ve got one.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Seems I do.”

  I turned in his arms and found his lips with mine. His kiss was hot and skillful, and his mouth tasted of my blood. My asshole burned; I could feel his cum inside it. I didn’t care.

  Despite my teenage stupidity, despite years of empty loneliness, I had Gage Deauxville back. And that was all I’d ever really wanted.