Claiming Ecstasy

by Madeline Pryce

  Maybe Mother should have killed me.

  Nicolas growled, fangs exposed. “The only person who will kill you is me. You’re mine.”

  The fury and passion in his eyes was almost enough—hell, it was more than anyone else had ever given me. But was it worth dying to have? Should so many people die because I was in love with a man who saw me as a trinket? I think he would love me if he could. Too bad the demon inside him didn’t understand love. It understood possession. Dominance. He’d long since had my body but it was my mind, the forbidden treasure that was all my own, that Nicolas longed to possess. And for the first time since we’d become lovers he was able to penetrate me in a way that left no secrets.

  I had to kill him.

  Nicolas was in my head, heard the thought as if I spoke it out loud. He smirked victoriously and thrust into me with renewed strength and vigor. He fucked me in the truest sense of the word. He possessed my body with the dark flames of death he held so close around him and my throat constricted as I screamed and thrashed from the intense heat of it.

  Every time his hips hit the junction of my thighs, every time the base of his cock bottomed out against me, he wrenched an aching moan from my throat. Struggling, I pulled against my illusory restraints, not to be free of him but to rake my nails down his back. Not being able to touch him made me crave it even more. I longed to feel his skin rip beneath my fingers, but my bonds were unbreakable. My wrists were physically bruised and leaking blood from my fight, from the friction of his restraints as he pounded into me. The stark sounds of sex overtook me. The slap of our skin. The rasp of my breathing. There was pain and agony. There was pleasure and bliss.

  I was spiraling, spilling, babbling. “Yes. Oh. Gods. Harder, please, Nicolas. Fuck me.”

  The thick, deep peals of his laughter ricocheted through the night and sent a new shiver of anticipation down my spine. In that moment, I wanted him to wrap me in his shroud of death and turn me so I’d be his forever. I was so close and I wanted the relief so badly. I hated this world. Hated my family. Hated the things people said to me when I dared venture to court. I bit my lip until I tasted the rusty salt of copper.

  He delved his tongue inside my mouth, chasing the blood from my swollen lips, and a new wave of arousal clenched inside me. Our teeth clashed. I felt no pain when I stroked my tongue on the sharp point of his fang. He pounded into me and sucked my tongue into the cavern of his mouth.

  Our lips sealed. Our tongues dueled. He silenced my frantic cries with each moan and gasp he stole from me. When he pulled away, I followed him as far as I could until his chains stopped me. I watched, helpless as he raised his chest off mine. I missed the weight of him already.

  Nicolas supported himself, hands on either side of my head, the bulging muscles in his forearms and biceps delicious. He lingered there, hovering over me with that one lock of hair teasing my cheek. He was so beautiful it hurt. He didn’t touch me except with his cock, a maddening assault full of grace, power and menace. Dark strands of his hair fell over his face with the tilt of his head. He watched himself piston between my wet thighs. My breath caught.

  “Come for me,” he commanded.

  Something in me, the last little shreds of my pride, rose against his domination. He was too greedy. In his gluttony, he created a path to freedom. I exploited the weakness and pushed free of his magic.

  My arms were no longer restrained and I immediately stroked his back, reveling in the smooth, flawless surface of his flesh. I smiled in triumph as I dug my nails deep into his slick, corded muscles. I smelled his blood. This time he cried out.

  “I’ll come when I want to,” I growled against his lips before I captured them.

  I unleashed the power coiling inside me. The sheer force of my will struck out like a snake and the sky lit with electricity, with magic, as we fought for control of each other. Nicolas plunged deeper with a smirk and a twinkle in his glimmering blue-gold eyes that told me he would not give up so easily. He shoved his fingers between my legs, pinched my clit. I shuddered, on the edge. I thrust my hips against his, ground my pelvis against his cock and his hand. I would give as good as I got. We fought—for what I wasn’t sure—back and forth, both pushing and plunging until we were a blur.

  Under the sensation of sex was the maddening assault of his magic crashing against my mental shields. He was trying to possess me again.

  The more magic he thrust at me, the quicker and harder he moved his body against mine. Tension gathered in the very pit of me. He thrust harder, faster. With every slap of his hips against mine, his greedy fingers manipulated my clit with biting pinches that drowned me in sensation after sensation. Gods, I was going to lose the last sacred parts of myself in him, when I did, I feared what would happen, who I would kill—him, my people, myself?

  “Please,” I begged.

  I dug my nails into his back and arched off the floor. The first crack split down the center of my mental walls. From there, another fissure splintered out to the left. My body felt as if it was made out of glass thrust into hot water, then quickly drenched in icy seas. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

  I was there on the brink, ready to slice my wrists on his fangs and demand he consume every drop of me when everything stopped. It just…ceased. Nicolas pulled out, his cock wet from my juices and bobbing up and down.

  Nicolas conjured a sharp, gleaming dagger. He grinned, menace and death dancing in his eyes, as he pressed the sharp point of the knife against the raging pulse in my neck.

  “I think I’ll make you beg me for it.”

  Chapter Two

  I transferred my gaze from the arm holding the knife against my throat to Nicolas’ cock bobbing against my thigh. The large, thick crown was dark with arousal and glistening with my juices. With the loss of him inside me, I was empty and desolate.

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  I looked him straight in the eye, deliberately bringing my head up so the stinging bite of the blade cut into my throat. Blood welled and a single stream of warmth rolled down my neck and over my shoulder. “Do it. I dare you.”

  Nicolas stared at me with desire swirling darkly in his eyes, and my stomach fluttered. He wouldn’t leave me alone for long. He couldn’t. This was just another game, it had to be. I knew in my gut that he craved me as much as I did him. Or maybe I’d gambled and lost.

  He bent, ever so slowly, and drew his tongue along the stream of blood. The knife fell to the floor and the metallic ting of it rang out. I would not feel relief at the momentary respite.

  “Let’s play a game.” Nicolas’ hands were rough now, his fingers bruising as he pinched my swollen nipples. He drew his face from my neck, down my chest, over the indentation of my ribs, nipping as he went.

  I pressed my heels to the floor, tried to push away from the overwhelming need clouding my mind. “What does the winner get?”

  He held me still and dipped his tongue inside my navel. I retreated into my thoughts to avoid melting into the climax that hung balanced on such a fine line. The moment he stroked his slick, hot tongue across my pussy I was going to explode. This climax would be different. I knew it. He knew it. If I let go now, he’d have all of me, even the hidden parts he hadn’t yet discovered.

  He parted my sex with his fingers. “If I win, I get all of you.”

  “And if I triumph?” I asked as I arched up, off the ground.

  “Then I’ll save you the burden of killing me—I’ll meet the dawn. Whoever reaches orgasm first loses.”

  His words spun through me. Touched me deep. He’d kill himself so I wouldn’t have to do it. Did he sense my conflict? My guilt? He stabbed his tongue between my folds and I lost track of the conversation. I screamed and clutched the silken strands of his hair. He soothed my clenching muscles with each deliberate caress of his mouth, delving deeper and deeper with each stabbing thrust.

  “Your pussy tastes like nectar.”

  He curved his tongue, stroking me as he pressed his nose agains
t my clit and shook his head back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. I writhed against him, my thighs quivering. I tried like hell to hold on. The stakes were higher than ever—the real question was, did I want him to have all of me?

  I heard his voice inside my head, a tickling whisper. I already have all of you. His assault of my pussy was uninterrupted.

  I opened my eyes to see him smirking against my thigh. He thrust two fingers deep inside me. He curled and then twisted, the sharp edge of one of his fangs brushing my clit.

  “Fuck me.” My lids fluttered.

  I couldn’t see anything beyond the purple haze clouding my mind.

  You are so delicious. So fucking sweet. He still spoke inside my head. It was more intimate than the actual act of sex. I could eat you for hours, make you climax over and over until you begged me to stop. Only I wouldn’t. I’d fuck you with my tongue some more, then I’d fuck you with my cock. You want it, don’t you?

  He added another finger to stretch me wide, and stroked his cock against my thigh. One wicked word, one thrust of his tongue at a time, he worked to coax my orgasm from deep inside me.

  I did. But what about honor? I was tired of games. Tired of living.

  My mother’s voice reiterated, You are weak. Nothing. He only wants you so he can manipulate you.

  Anger surged and I flipped him. His head slammed into the floor and I smiled cruelly. I released his hair from its binding and threw the leather cord behind me. His tresses looked almost black against the dull-gray surface. The strands were slicked with sweat and damp ocean air, curlier than normal. I pressed my hands against his chest and impaled myself onto his rigid cock. I threw my head back until the ends of my hair danced across his thighs.

  The muscles in my legs flexed each time I pumped on his engorged flesh. He felt so good, not just inside me, but his power swirling around me. Nicolas didn’t realize he was exposed in times like this. His magic called out to mine. Just as he drank off my power, I could drink off his. I could consume it, absorb it—so it was not just his body I was fucking, but also his mind. It was sweet, his power, maybe the only thing about Nicolas that wasn’t controlling and dark. This was how I knew for sure he wasn’t evil, not like my mother. For a moment when the blue hues of his power met my red ones, we were truly joined and I wasn’t alone anymore.

  He drew me into him with his magic, its cool touch like a million minute orgasms all over my body. I gasped and moaned and my hips rose and fell at an inhumanly fast pace.

  The purple haze surrounding us caressed me in places his hands couldn’t reach. I shivered and my muscles clenched. He groaned and flexed his fingers until they bit into my hips. He held me, his pelvis rising from the ground to fuck me long and deep. I bent forward until my breasts pressed against the hard surface of his chest. He pounded into me faster and harder than I ever thought possible.

  He threaded his hands under my arms and up my back until he held my shoulders. Every time he thrust up, he pushed down on my body so the impact was doubled. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Don’t ever stop,” I moaned.

  I was close, too close. Our fucking was a precarious dance. I wanted it to end but at the same time I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted to bend to him, to give him what he wanted in exchange for the way he made me feel when I was lost in total abandon.

  But I couldn’t give up, could I?

  I imagined myself standing at the edge of the cliff, watching the ocean below glittering in the moonlight. My chocolate-colored hair blew in the night breeze, exposing the elongated points of my ears—proof of my Seelie heritage. My sheer gown fluttered behind me and hinted at my naked body beneath. I looked like an angel, with blue eyes like Nicolas’ in their human appearance.

  The waves beneath me broke with a potency I could never replicate. For all of my power, for all of Nicolas’ power, we could never equal nature’s true force.

  I was torn between reality, the concrete, and my mind, the chaos. Where I stood, at the edge of Nicolas’ mansion looking out over the sea, was a special place in my imagination. I retreated here often. It wasn’t real. It was neither cold nor warm. There was no scent, no freshness of the clean air. It just was.

  Nicolas flipped me over so I was no longer on top, and my fantasy world melted away in a wash of sensation. I was no longer in the inner sanctuary of my mind. In reality I smelled the salt of the sea, strong and more potent than the smell of sex that Nicolas and I created. Heat radiated off our bodies and warmed my soul. Nicolas’ cool fingers pressed into my skin as he pinned my arms to the floor.

  He pushed into me with ferocity. His large tight muscular body felt so heavy on top of me I could hardly breathe. I gasped and thrashed and my lungs burned as he tried to send me into oblivion.

  “You. Will. Come. Lover. You will give me everything,” he growled.

  He buried his face against the crook of my neck and panted. He didn’t need to breathe, but in times like this, he often forgot. He was just as close to the edge as I was. He wanted me. Needed me.

  I struggled out of his grasp and snaked my hand between us until I could press against his chest. I released my magic, willing it through my arms and out of my fingers. The dizzy, slow release was like being shot up with a narcotic. Only instead of being injected, I was ejecting.

  Nicolas gasped, and his eyes turned from amber to black. He grabbed my hands and brought my arms above my head. I was stretched out before him once more, a forbidden feast. But nothing was forbidden to Nicolas. Nothing. He took my nipple into his mouth. The caress was warm, wet and soft for only a moment before his fangs rubbed across the tender nub. He suckled there, greedy for the blood pulsing under the surface.

  “Nicolas,” I cried out in a breathy voice.

  My stomach contracted in waves of glorious pleasure. I pushed my breast farther into his mouth and wished he’d bite me harder. Why couldn’t I just give in? What was stopping me?

  His flesh slapped against mine and the sound of it echoed in my ears. I could no longer hear the ocean. Each time his hard, thrusting cock invaded my core the woman in my mind who stood at the edge of the cliff took a step back. She walked away from the precipice in slow motion, yet her hair and gown still fluttered around her in silkiness. Like being zipped through time, I was there again, in my inner sanctuary.

  The air that once had no feeling was now cold and damp. Nicolas appeared in front of me in this realm. I gasped. This was my private asylum, the source of my power, and he’d followed me here. He was fucking me in reality but he was also here, now, in my chaos. Infused with both of our magics, my private place had just become so much more than a daydream.

  He wore nothing but a black silk robe. The material flapped in a wind that seemed to swirl only around us. He was a beacon in the darkness, a tempting sin just an inch out of reach. His body was hard, like a marble statue chiseled into perfection. His cock was solid and curved up to his belly in proud glory.

  I stepped closer, savored the press of my toes in the velvet soft grass. He stood on the very edge of the cliff and now I could no longer smell the sea, only Nicolas. He smelled like home. Spicy. Potent. Male. Mine.

  “Do you recall the first time you saw me?” he asked.

  I knelt before him as if I was an obedient servant. Damp earth pressed against my knees. He stood above me, looming in the darkness.

  Heat infused my cheeks. “I was barely eighteen and you gave me my first orgasm just by looking at me.”

  He smiled and cupped my cheek, his thumb smoothing over across the shell of my ear before he traced my lower lip. “Aye. You were perfection. Everything I’d ever dreamed about.”

  My breath sped. “You dreamed of me?”

  “Here,” he looked around, “in this place. Centuries ago. You were the light to my dark. The breath I needed. I knew then that you’d be mine, that I’d stop at nothing to have you.”

  The chaos shifted and warm rays of sunshine caressed my exposed back. Nicolas was inside my head, fully, com
pletely. I was naked and the hot rays beaming from the sky were heaven in hell as I bowed my head to him. His cock was beautiful and I watched with heavy-lidded eyes as I took him between my lips.

  He threaded his fingers into my tresses. Oh so slowly, gently, he pushed my head down on his cock.

  “Deeper.” He groaned, something about the sound vulnerable.

  In my dream world, invisible hands stroked my thighs and eased them apart. Reality and fantasy merged. What Nicolas did to me in real life was bleeding into my chaos. The wet, hot touch of his mouth sucking my clit assaulted me in both realms. I cried out, the sound muffled from the crown of his erection bumping the back of my throat.

  I closed my eyes and saw myself on the stone floor of his cliff-top fortress. My legs were spread wide and framed the man kneeling between them. His hands looked so large, so masculine holding me open. My swollen, ruby-red mouth elicited gasps and moans, each a keening demand for more.

  It was so erotic to see myself that way. Unglued. Wanton. The woman I was only around Nicolas. I watched my face contort, my eyes slit. I moaned over and over with pleasure. Tears trickled down my flushed cheeks. My fingers threaded through Nicolas’ hair to pull him closer. My hips undulated against his face. As I saw it, I felt it. His silky hair tickled my thighs when he devoured me with his mouth. Despite that reality, I was still here, in this dream world with his cock deep inside my mouth.

  With Nicolas, I’d found anything was feasible.

  I sucked him harder, deeper and more thoroughly than ever before. My lips were so red in comparison to his pale shaft, and we were both drawn to the sight. As I deep-throated him, took him farther than I thought possible, his dark pubic hair caressed my nose and cheeks.

  I relaxed my throat and my stomach curled for only a second at the first deep thrust. He wasn’t just pushing inside my mouth—now his cock was deep inside my pussy as he penetrated me in reality. He was no longer content to feast on my juices.