by Stacy Reid
He’d tried to ignore the need that had been pounding at him to take her for the past few days. Gidon had sensed Drac’s leash unraveling. His king had smiled with deceptiveness and urged Drac to spend a day in her presence to ensure it was not purely physical attraction.
He twined his hands in her tresses, pressed his nose close and inhaled deep. Pleasure stormed through him. It was so much more than her scent and taste. It was hard for him to reason why he felt as he did, for he had never encountered it before. He just knew the need consuming him had now completely devoured him and he had to have her.
He slashed his mouth down on her as he shiktred over thousands of miles through the dark forest to his castle.
Chapter Thirteen
Saieke moaned throatily into Drac’s mouth as he kissed her with unleashed passion. Her tongue enticed his in a seductive dance. The soft hum of arousal stirred to life and burned bright. Her nipples throbbed and her womb clenched in anticipation as the pleasure from their last encounter flittered across her mind.
He moved with such speed that she had to rip her mouth from his and bury her face into his neck. She bent the air around her so she could breathe easier against the speed at which he moved. He came to a sudden and dizzying stop into a chamber enveloped in darkness.
She nibbled at his chin and tried to ignore the rising apprehension. A snarl ripped from his mouth as she bit into his neck hard, suckled, and then swiped her tongue from his neck up to the side of his mouth where she rimmed her lips against his. “Where are we?”
“At my keep,” he responded.
Only a few minutes had passed, and they were now at his Northern Keep; which, according to Lachlan, was thousands of miles away from the king’s castle. Drac hands roamed gently but with force over her body. Without her sense of sight, touch and smell seemed magnified. Saieke shivered as he cupped her buttocks in both hands, eased one of his thighs between her legs and lifted her slightly so that he notched her core directly on his erection. She bucked when sharp pleasure rode her as his thigh pressed directly on her clitoris.
His hands drifted up and circled her back, then cupped her head in one palm and cradled her jaw in the next. Tendrils of his chakra caressed her through her clothing. The darkness inside him swelled, and she felt the hard wave of lust and tenderness.
Saieke wished she could see his face. She turned her head slightly and kissed the palm of his hand. He hauled her closer and licked at her lips ever so slowly. A rumble of satisfaction echoed from him.
“You fascinate me so,” she whispered.
He captured her lips in a kiss of hunger. He plundered and explored every corner of her mouth; he sipped, nibbled and suckled with exquisite rawness.
“You are so fucking sweet,” a dark and distorted voice rasped.
She tunneled her fingers through his hair, then coasted her hands over his shoulders and back as their mouths danced and retreated. Bliss, sharp and sweet, rushed through her and she felt herself close to the pinnacle he had brought her to before.
She shivered as cool air wafted against her back—he had unknotted her caftan and it pooled at her waist. His hands slid up her back with pressure as he tilted her. Her feet were off the ground, and she was completely balanced by his thigh.
“You are fucking perfect.”
Her wetness had soaked her caftan and his cock hardened even more. He eased her slightly off his thigh and ripped the caftan off her body, the sound loud in the stillness of the dark. Using both hands, he cupped the underside of her breasts while he lowered his head and kissed her mouth with exquisite thoroughness. Saieke’s excitement rose to a fevered pitch as his thumbs flicked at her nipples. He dragged his lips from hers and ran it roughly against her neck and clavicle. He raised his thighs higher and captured one of her breasts in his mouth. His tongue lashed her nipples with sharp pleasure as he nibbled and bit tenderly. Saieke whimpered. “I want to feel you,” she said.
She pressed her breasts to his naked chest, the contact sent pleasure dancing up her spine.
The memory of the sleekness of his body, and his dangerously coiled muscles had her body pulsing in deep hunger. “Please…I want you naked.”
He lowered her and then drew her to his fully naked length. She used her sense of smell, touch and hearing to guide her as she kissed and licked at his chest. His erection jutted into her stomach and she boldly reached down and clasped him in one of her hands.
Pure hardness and heat.
She ran her hands along his length taking in the thick silky feeling, and the ridge of knots that spanned the length. He groaned raggedly. With boldness and impulse guiding her, she bent and kissed the top of his erection, fisted in her hand.
Waves of need and desire raked at her. Encouraged, she kissed him as if she were sipping at his lips. She dipped her head lower and tried to slide her mouth over him. Her lips stretched uncomfortably, but she reveled in his taste and essence. She kissed, nibbled and licked, loving the feel of him and the desire skyrocketing through his chakra.
He gripped the coil of her hair and slid his cock deeper into her mouth. She moaned and tried to accommodate his size. He gentled his movements. A dark snarl rumbled through the room as she sucked the head of his cock with passion. His control wavered and he roughly drew her up and raked his teeth against her neck with intent.
“Drac!” Saieke let out an aroused scream as his fangs sliced through her skin.
His mouth pulled deeply and her core pulsed in time to the pull of his lips. He twisted with speed, and Saieke found herself sitting on his lap with her knees cradling his hips. He widened his thighs which opened hers until they stopped, obstructed. Saieke arched her back as he plunged two of his fingers into her wetness while he pulled deeply from her throat.
Saieke breathed out a ragged moan as his fingers plunged and retreated. Her entire being was overwhelmed by the sensation between her legs. She burned and nerve endings screamed at the pleasure lashing her. Sweat slicked her skin and she felt as if fire rushed through her blood and veins.
He flicked his tongue over her throat to close his bite, and then roughly swiped his tongue down to her breasts. Saieke shuddered as her pinnacle hovered closer with painful intensity. His thumb circled her clit and then pressed. Saieke sobbed as his chakra caressed her back, the globes of her buttocks, her stomach, and her nipples. She exploded, and there was nothing but soul deep rapture burning through flashes of pure ecstasy.
Drac lifted his head from her breast and Saieke gasped. His eyes had taken its serpentine cast—a deep gold, ringed with black and deep flecks of red that shone vividly in the dark chamber. They were the only two glows she could see in the dark; they were beautiful yet malevolent at the same time.
Dark lust rode his chakra. The chamber grew colder and sensation rippled across her body. Fangs sharper than what she was used to raked her neck and stopped below her breasts. He slid his hands to her feet and pushed her knee out so that she was sitting upright in his lap with the arch of her feet now cradling his hips. He grabbed her ankle and placed her foot on the arm of the chair, opening her wider.
“Drac?”
She trembled in anticipation and slight fear. His touch had changed. It felt more forceful. His chakra now had an undertone of viciousness riding the desire. He gripped the other ankle and lifted, tilting her backward. She quickly braced her hands against his thighs. He shifted and urged her hips upward.
Vulnerability rise along with desire at the uncertainty of her position. She wailed as his tongue slid through her slit with precision. His tongue felt rougher and coarser than before. The unexpectedness of the caress shattered the fearful edge of anticipation she teetered on, and she orgasmed on his tongue. He did not let up, but sucked and swirled with his tongue until she writhed with bliss.
He curled his tongue and slipped it inside of her and flicked. Saieke screamed, whimpered and begged. He captured her
clit in his mouth and sucked her hard. Saieke’s body trembled and her hands collapsed until her back rested on his thighs as pleasure bombarded her senses. He ran his fangs to the inside of her thighs and down to the back of her knees where he sliced. Pleasure-pain scythed in her. It was so shocking and erotic that Saieke came apart in his arms, trembling and keening as his throat worked strongly at the back of her knee.
Before she could come down from her pleasure, he shifted and she was splayed unto his laps once more with her knees braced wide across the width of the chair. He pulled her down roughly, and she felt hard pressure notched at her entrance, the slight resistance causing a twinge of pain.
“You’re so soft…tight. I need to be in you,” he growled.
A whimper tore from her throat. Thoughts flashed to the broad thickness she’d sucked. For the first time since she opened herself to seduction, virginal fear reared its head. His intensity was overwhelming and the restraint she had felt from him now seemed held with tenuous control.
He stroked her thighs soothingly and his breath teased her exposed throat. “You were meant to me mine.” His tone was heavy with regret.
“Drac!” Strong arms closed around her back and he thrust, impaling her with half his length in one stroke.
Pain flared through Saieke as the thick ridge of his cock dug into her wet heat. He groaned and the shield that held his chakra collapsed—Lust, possessiveness, bloodthirstiness, and cruelty. She screamed into his neck as the hands that slid up to her back gripped her tightly and punctured her flesh with claws that sprouted from his nails.
He lunged up and splayed her on the bed. He withdrew and thrust in another inch. Saieke wailed his name as her core stretched and burned; she felt dazed as he lifted her legs high past his waist to his back, withdrew and rocked into her hard filling her with bliss…and she sobbed in ecstasy.
She was perfection.
She trembled on his cock as she tried to adjust to the invasion of his body. His princess turned her head and bit into his arm so deeply drops of blood wetted her tongue. He should be taking her gentler, but he was unable to fight the primal need burning in his gut. “I need more…of you. Can you take me?”
“Yes.”
Drac leaned down and sipped at her lips, gentling her. He was only a little more than half way inside and he held on to his lust with ruthless restraint. “Your pussy is wet and perfect,” he growled against her lips, allowing his chakra to caress her nipples and clitoris getting her wetter, easing his entry. “You were made for me.” He knew it with ever fiber of his being, despite how impossible and terrifying it seemed.
He thrust hard into her burying his full length into her slipperiness.
She froze, and her pain suffused his pores. He did not relish it, and he trembled fighting the need to devour.
He made to pull from her and she hugged him close. “No…take me,” she whispered. “It is already fading, and I hunger for you.”
And he relinquished his control.
Sharp pleasure lashed at her nipples and she bucked into his thrust. Saieke felt as if lips caressed all over her body as Drac’s chakra roamed her body.
“Oh!”
He snapped his hips in a deep, uninhibited rhythm, lost in need. It was too much…too hard. His grip tightened on her hips and there was nothing she could do but submit to his wild need. He fisted her hair in his hands and his claw pricked her scalp. He tilted back her neck roughly and pierced her with his fangs. Saieke’s moans bounced off the walls as her body clenched on his cock. Chakra tendrils worked at her clitoris without ease, and glorious pleasure rushed deep inside her. Drac sealed her punctures with a swipe of his tongue, reared up and sat on his knees and picked up a relentless thrusting that made her tremble. She bit into his neck with a sharp pressure that broke his skin and blood trickled into her mouth as her pleasure rose to agonizing intensity. The coppery aroma caused her nose to twitch and she whimpered at the sweetness of his taste.
“Suck me,” he groaned.
The darkest of desire rose inside, and she drew at his neck and sucked as blood filled her mouth. She swallowed. The primitive joy that pulsed from him at her actions made her pull at his throat even deeper.
His hips snapped harder, his cock sank deeper, and she trembled on his almost punishing girth…but she craved more. She sobbed and clutched desperately at his shoulders as he rode her relentlessly, the ridges of his cock scraping against every sensitive spot in her soaked channel, the bed groaning under their movements.
She mewled, caught between wanting him to stop, and never wanting the destructive bliss to end. Then the excruciating pleasure peaked and broke cascading delight bright and red hot in its intensity. Savage lust tore through his chakra and torrents of pleasure burned through her, branding her. He hugged her close to him as he emptied himself deep inside of her. There was a push at her mind, an insidious caress of dark and sated hunger as a twin voice growled in her mind as she shattered once more.
You are ours.
Chapter Fourteen
Saieke gasped at the voice that filled her mind. The distortion and the overlay were menacing. “Drac?” she whispered, unsure if she heard the voice.
He captured her mouth in a kiss meant to be gentle. He soothed her with his tongue, and fire started to lick at her nerves again. Sweat ran in rivulets down her back, and she shuddered as he lifted her. His slow glide from her body made her groan. She ached all over, inside and out. Yet the pleasure that she felt would make her repeat it all over again.
“Let me take care of you,” he said.
He licked and laved the claw marks he had left behind with his tongue. Tendrils of his chakra caressed her gently. She sighed at the decadent sensation. She squealed as he lifted and flowed with her. He came to a halt, and she heard the trickling of water and a deep gurgle.
“Where are we?” She smiled in relief when he stepped down and thermally heated water engulfed her limbs.
“We are in a cave underneath my chambers. The water is heated with natural minerals from below the ground.”
Saieke purred as the water soothed the aches of her body. The water whispered to her as always. She could feel its width, depth, and the energy that travelled through it in the gentle laps. She contoured the water around her, luxuriating in its smoothness.
The darkness was overpowering, but she was not afraid. The water was a welcome soothing balm. She hummed deeper in her throat when she felt his lips travelling from her spine down to her buttocks and thighs under the water. Pleasure vibrated steadily as Drac soothed and reassured with his touch.
He rose, then his lips claimed hers in the dark. He spun her around and eased her forward. Saieke reached out blindly and touched rocks that she braced her hands against. His hardness at her back was seductive yet intimidating. His hands roamed down her back and round to cup at her breasts, then stroked down over the swell of her hips. He nudged her legs apart and his fingers probed at her entrance. She was sore, but wetness still poured from her body as his finger tenderly thrust while his thumb circled her nub. She leaned against his chest and widened her legs as a slow pleasure claimed her, and she orgasmed once more.
“So hot and responsive,” Drac whispered. His cock flexed and throbbed.
Saieke sighed when he removed his fingers. He pushed her legs wider still and slid his cock in deep. He was slower and gentler but she was incapable of speech. She moaned huskily, her senses buffered by pleasure as he thrust to the hilt and bit into her shoulders. Dark erotic pleasure-pain claimed her.
He was hers. The knowledge settled in her heart like a boulder, and her throat tightened. She did not want to feel the tormenting emotions of falling into something greater than her own desires. Drac’s groans of pleasure were so animalist and primitive, it called to the wantonness in her. She pushed her hips back on him, lifting her hands over her head, to clasp his nape. He rode her hard and lo
ng, encouraging her to take his too thick length until she was a creature of pure carnality, an extension of his needs and desires. She sobbed and encouraged him, loving every stroke, her heart beating with loss, for she would leave soon and never see this man again.
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Drac lay on the bed with Saieke draped over his body. His mate. Beautiful, fierce, passionate, kind, willful and impulsive, but she belonged to him. Apprehension ran cold in his veins. She was not a Darkan, but he and his darkness knew without a doubt that she belonged to them…but he could not claim her.
Mine.
Now he knew she could handle his sexual intensity and the emotions that pulsed from his beast. Instead of reassuring him, it made him nervous. His lips twitched. Nervous. Her fear of him also lessened by the hour. She thought she hid her fear deeply, but once it was there, his darkness would uncover it. Possessiveness and something gentler, but elusive, tunneled through him as he dipped his head to her hair and inhaled her scent into his lungs, wishing he could keep it there and never exhale.
Arousal simmered inside, hardening his cock. He wondered when he would be fulfilled, if ever. The richness and smoothness of her skin was a continuous source of enthrallment. Her smiles, her laughter made his gut tighten like he received a rush of negative energy. It was even more potent; and her blood—decadence. He could get drunk on everything that she had to offer; her generosity, her curiosity, her laughter, her pussy and her blood.
He caressed her back while he gently brushed his lips across her hair and then to her forehead. He ruthlessly tamped down on the need that started to rise inside of him demanding that he take her again.