Enslave

by Felicity Heaton

  Andreu’s hands roughly claimed her hips and moved her up and down his length, his own groans joining hers, feral and hungry, a sound that delighted her. She truly brought out the beast in him. He did the same to her, made her want to let go and not worry about the consequences. Could he handle it? Normally even this sort of thing gave her a thrill and a heavy dose of energy that lit her up inside, but she felt only passion and arousal, and a need for more. Andreu could temper her power and she felt sure that he could handle her.

  He growled when she slid down his body, worshipping every inch of delectable skin and muscle with her mouth. She glanced up when she reached the plane of his stomach and thrilled at the sight of him laying with his head tipped back into the pillows, his enormous fangs on show between his parted lips, and the cords of his neck taut. Varya lowered her mouth to his stomach, licking and kissing her way downwards, revelling in the taste of him.

  Gods, she had been right when she had said he was sin made flesh. An incubus couldn’t even compare with this man. Andreu was more handsome and alluring than the best of them.

  He hissed and clenched his teeth when she swept her tongue into his navel, every muscle going rigid. A pulse of desire shot through her, heating her core, and she rubbed her breasts against his cock, desperate to sate her hunger. He groaned and stretched his arms up, gripping the top of the headboard.

  Varya moved on and swept her tongue along the length of his cock, tasting herself on him. He arched off the bed and groaned. She licked him again and wrapped her hand around him, feeling him pulse against her. Varya kept her eyes on him as she swirled her tongue around the blunt head of his cock, holding him tightly in her grasp so he couldn’t move and was at her mercy. Her pussy throbbed at the sight of him so hard and dark with need. She wanted to take him back inside her but resisted, desiring to draw out their pleasure this time.

  He groaned again and it ended on a growl when she took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his long length and swallowing him. Varya moved her hand in time with her mouth, keeping the tempo slow as she sucked and licked him. Andreu’s growls were loud in the room, a hint of displeasure lacing them. She smiled wickedly. He wanted it faster but he had to play by her rules now. She was the one in control, at least for now.

  The ebony headboard of the four-poster bed creaked under the pressure of his grip and he shifted his hips, bottom tensing each time she took him back inside her mouth.

  “Varya.”

  Sweet gods, the sound of her name uttered in pleasure almost had her coming undone. No man other than Andreu had ever spoken her name and to hear him groan it so it came out as a deep rumble of need set her heart racing. She sucked him back into her mouth, driven to give him more pleasure and satisfy his need.

  What had the gods done to her? She had never given a moment’s thought to her host’s pleasure before, assured that they would feel good regardless of what she did to them, even if it ended in their death. Now she was doing things just so she could feel Andreu’s pleasure and hear his need for her. She wanted to satisfy him and please him, and do it the way he wanted it.

  It wasn’t possible that she cared about him. Her kind didn’t know such emotions.

  Yet, she felt that she might. She had watched lovers together and seen how they were sensitive to their other half’s needs and wanted to give them pleasure. What she was doing now was remarkably like that.

  Varya rolled her tongue around the head of his cock and lapped at it, teasing and flicking it. He moaned and his breathing quickened, his erection twitching in her grasp.

  “More,” he uttered and she complied, sucking him back into her mouth and moving on him, pressing her tongue hard into the underside of his cock each time she withdrew. He gasped and his thighs trembled, his whole body tightening. She could feel he was close to bursting and she expected her feeding instincts to awaken and tell her to take this moment to sink her body down onto his so he exploded within her and she could easily drink his pleasure and steal energy from his climax.

  It didn’t.

  She wanted to taste all of him, and that need was stronger than her instinct to feed.

  Varya squeezed his cock and sucked him hard, and he cried hoarsely and climaxed, his warm seed pumping into her mouth. She swallowed the salty spending and moaned in time with him, her own body tight with need. She wanted to climax too.

  She sat back astride his knees, her hands on his thighs, and smiled at him. He lay with his eyes closed, lips parted with his rapid breathing, and his hands still tightly holding the headboard. The knowledge that she had given him pleasure, that he had enjoyed what she had done and looked close to melting into the bed with satisfaction, warmed her from head to toe.

  His blue eyes slowly opened and he stared at the crimson canopy of the bed for a few seconds before his gaze drifted down to her. Red ringed his irises, his pupils beginning to transform into narrowed slits.

  He pulled his feet out from under her, crawled across the bed and knelt before her. Varya didn’t move. She waited, part of her afraid and part of her welcoming this darker side of him. He slid his hand between her bare legs and she gasped as his fingers delved between her plush petals.

  “Wet for me?” he husked and she nodded. All for him. He dipped his hand lower and eased two fingers into her sheath, muttering a ripe curse under his breath as he did so. Did he like the feel of her and how hungry she was for him? It wasn’t her desire to feed that had her soaked with need. It was the thought of pleasuring him and having sex with him again, feeling his long cock filling her.

  Varya looked down at his soft penis, wishing she had sunk down onto it at the height of his pleasure after all. She might have been able to ride him long enough to gain her own satisfaction too.

  He withdrew his fingers and slowly pumped her, shattering her thoughts. She rose up, kneeling before him, and closed her eyes when he kissed her bare breasts. He swirled his tongue around her left nipple and thrust his fingers into her, his thumb teasing her clitoris. She wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her, drowning in the sensations that flowed through her, sparks of pleasure and ripples of pain as he hardened his thrusts.

  He moaned as she began to move on his hand, riding his fingers, and she tipped her head back, groaning with him, unable to stop herself from writhing and thrusting. He suckled her nipple, fingers moving inside her, the flat of them brushing over her sensitive spot and heightening her pleasure. Her thighs quivered, body hot and aching, trembling with need. She needed more.

  “Andreu,” she whispered, breathless and dizzy, gasping for air as she shifted her hips, feeling his fingers thrusting to the hilt inside her. “Gods, Andreu… more. Don’t stop.”

  “Don’t intend to,” he murmured and kissed across to her other breast, lavishing it with attention.

  Varya rocked her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers, her eyebrows furrowed and body tight all over. The sparks of pleasure intensified, burning hotter and raising her temperature another thousand degrees. She gasped with each deep plunge of his two fingers and each quick sweep of his thumb across her clitoris. He laved her nipple with his tongue, teasing her and sending flares skittering over her skin from its centre. Heaven. She truly had found Heaven.

  Her whole world shattered in a rainbow of colours, a hot rush of bliss flowing through her veins, and she cried out his name as she came, her body clenching his fingers and shaking. Andreu kissed her breast, sucked her nipple, gentler now as his fingers slowed inside her, carefully bringing her down from her climax. She loosened her grip on him, settling her arms around his neck, and didn’t resist him when he pulled his fingers out of her and lay back, so she lay on top of him.

  Varya rested her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating steadily against her ear.

  He was dangerous. She knew that now more than ever.

  Because she was beginning to hope that the bastard didn’t find a way to free her.

  Because she wanted to stay with Andreu.


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  CHAPTER 10

  Varya sat on Andreu’s lap in the private box, her gaze on the performers rehearsing on stage below them. Three days had passed since Antoine had placed the collar on her and there was still no word from him or the bastard to say they had found a way to reverse the binding spell. She should be complaining but it was difficult when she had spent every waking minute, and every sleeping one, in Andreu’s company.

  He had proposed a change of scenery this evening. The theatre was closed but the performers had to practice for the coming shows. Andreu had asked whether she could feed through watching others enjoy sexual intercourse and when she had said that she could, he had brought her to the private box where she had first seen him. The stalls and other boxes were empty, leaving them alone in the theatre with the two male and two female vampires on the stage. The four of them didn’t seem concerned that she was watching. The large shaven-headed male wasn’t present and the way the four were behaving led her to believe they were all very young and couldn’t sense that she was different, a succubus.

  Varya wiggled on Andreu’s lap, her eyes wide, drinking in the sight of so much naked flesh as the couples stripped each other. Andreu groaned and held her hips, and she smiled as she felt the hard bulge in his trousers. He shouldn’t have proposed bringing her here if he wasn’t prepared to go along with her every whim. She wanted to sit on his lap and watch the performers. If it was too much for him, then she supposed she could sit elsewhere.

  She went to move but his grip on her hips tightened, keeping her in place.

  One of the males on the stage stepped up behind the other and slid his hands into the front of his underwear. Varya swallowed. Gods. She had never been one to watch same sex interaction but it was so hot as the one at the back pushed the other one’s black underwear down to reveal his long rigid cock and fisted his hand around it. The man tipped his head back and hissed in pleasure. Varya wriggled, devouring the sexual energy they were throwing off like flames from an inferno.

  One of the women came to kneel in front of the man and joined the other male in pleasuring him. She sucked his cock in time with the man’s fisting and Varya bit her lip. Delicious. She wanted more. The second female kissed the man who was the centre of their combined pleasure, swallowing his moans. The man behind him pushed his own underwear down to reveal a thick hard rod and then grasped his hip and rubbed against the crack of his bottom.

  Varya leaned forwards, eager to see where this was leading. She had presumed the presence of two females and two males had meant that it would be heterosexual engagement, not some sort of bisexual orgy.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Andreu husked into her ear and then dropped a kiss on her shoulder.

  Varya nodded and then bit her lip when he cupped her breasts. Too much. Sweet gods. She writhed on his lap, already slick with excitement.

  “Stop,” she whispered, a plea that he ignored. He kept kissing her shoulder and neck, teasing the nape of it with his tongue, and palming her breasts.

  One of the women on the stage led the males to the bed and crawled onto it. The one who had been behind the other male approached her and shoved her onto her front. He pulled her hips up and Varya moaned in time with him as he sank his cock into her. The woman grunted with each deep plunge of his erection and he leaned over her and pressed his hands into her shoulders, forcing them down onto the bed.

  The second male stepped up onto the bed behind him and Varya stopped wriggling, frozen in place as she watched the second female slathering lubricant on his long cock. The first male leaned over the woman, pumping her with shallow thrusts, and then stopped when the man spread his buttocks and guided the head of his cock towards them.

  Varya swallowed.

  “I think that’s enough of that.” Andreu placed his palm against her cheek, brought her head around and kissed her. She whined, the grunts of the performers covering the sound, and shifted her bottom against the hard bulge in Andreu’s black trousers. He kissed over her cheek and she slowly turned back to watch the show. It was intoxicating to watch the male at the back driving into the other one, entering him hard and forcing his cock into the female. Their loud moans filled the empty theatre.

  The second female prowled around them, watching their debauchery, her desire a shimmering red halo around her. Varya couldn’t blame her for wanting in on the action.

  Andreu swept the hair from her neck, kissed it and skated his hands down to her thighs. He drew her black pleated skirt up, skimmed his fingers up her inner thighs so lightly that it tickled and stroked her plush petals. She wriggled but he refused to touch her where she needed him most. Teasing. She didn’t want teasing. She hopped from his lap, catching a glimpse of the three vampires as they continued to fuck on stage, and flashed her bare bottom at Andreu.

  Andreu’s eyes were dark with hunger when she turned to face him. He leaned back in the wide red velvet seat, wonderfully wicked looking, as though he could read her mind and knew what she wanted to do to him. She hastily undid his belt and came close to tearing his trousers open. His beautiful hard cock sprang free and she ran her hand over it, eliciting a deep rumbling groan from him.

  Varya turned her back on him, placed each foot on the slither of seat either side of his thighs, and poised herself over his cock.

  The two males on stage broke apart and each took one of the women, burying their faces between their legs.

  Varya sighed as she sank down onto Andreu’s hard length, slowly taking him into her inch by inch, drawing out the pleasure of their initial coupling. He groaned again and held her waist, keeping her steady where she crouched over him. She settled her legs as best she could, squeezing them next to his thighs and not caring that there wasn’t much space. All she could focus on was the fantastic feel of him filling her up. She moaned as he moved her, raising her up the length of his cock, and then brought her down again. Her gaze stayed glued to the erotic performance on the stage, drinking in the pleasure of the four vampires as she sought her own with Andreu.

  He clutched her waist, moving her steadily on his cock, his own breathy moans joining hers. She wanted to moan his name, wanted him to know the pleasure that he gave her and how much she needed him, but she couldn’t risk alerting the vampires on stage to her presence and what they were doing. She felt wicked as she rode Andreu in the box, on show to the vampires should they look in her direction. She had done some naughty things in her time but she had never done something like this, making love in a public place where those she was watching could easily see her.

  Varya arched her back, moaning under her breath with each deep plunge of Andreu’s cock into her core. Sparks chased through her each time his balls brushed her clitoris and she slipped her hands into her top, tweaking her nipples as she watched the couples on stage. The second female had one man on the bed and was crawling astride him. Varya moaned as she sank down onto the man’s cock at the same time as Andreu thrust his into her and then she groaned when the second man came up behind the woman. He forced her forwards and thrust his cock into her anus, double-teaming her with the man. Varya’s head spun, high from the sexual energy flowing from the stage and the feel of Andreu taking her. His thrusts roughened, threatening to tear a groan from her throat. She leaned back into him and he kissed her shoulder and then her neck, licking it and sending more sparks skittering over her flesh. She rocked in time with him and dipped her hand down between her thighs.

  Andreu groaned as she cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand and tugging them, and then moved lower. She rubbed the spot beneath them, the hard ridge that spanned the area between his anus and his balls, and he groaned into her throat. She gasped at the first scrape of fang over her shoulder and winced with the second. He wrapped his lips around the wound and she was going to tell him to stop but then bright explosions of colour detonated across her eyes and feelings flooded her, ones that weren’t her own.

  Gods. So much power and strength. It was like a drug, taking
her down and making her want to writhe in pleasure, forgetting whatever it was that she had been doing. It all paled into insignificance as Andreu drank from the cut and the colourful horizon in her mind expanded, revealing other emotions that left her reeling and gasping for air.

  She could see beyond the veil of shadows.

  These were Andreu’s feelings, somehow relayed to her through blood.

  His lips left her throat and the feelings winked out of existence, gone as quickly as they had come, but she no longer felt the same. The feel of his cock moving inside her, plunging deep and slow, and his hands on her sides, and his mouth pressing kisses to the back of her neck, all of it was bliss running in her veins, pleasure so intense that she felt she would shatter.

  Andreu lowered one hand to the front of her pussy, slid his fingers between her folds, and teased her clitoris.

  Varya screamed out her climax, shuddering against Andreu and unable to do anything as it rocked her right down to her soul. He snarled into her ear and his cock exploded inside her, flooding her with his seed, his rough possessive thrusts adding to her ecstasy.

  The sounds from the stage died.

  Varya peeked down at the performers and found them staring with stunned wide eyes in her direction.

  She giggled, held onto Andreu and teleported.

  Andreu was laughing as she landed on top of him on the four-poster bed in his room. He pulled out of her and dragged her into his arms, her front against his.

  “I think we just got a reputation for ourselves.” He grinned and peppered her face with kisses.

  Varya’s laughter died.

  We. Our.

  Andreu’s feelings came flooding back.

  He couldn’t. Not that.

  He couldn’t be falling for her.

  Because she could never love him.

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  CHAPTER 11

  Andreu reluctantly left the bed, slipping his arm out from underneath Varya and creeping to the edge of the king-sized mattress. She moaned, rolled onto her side, and curled up beneath the crimson silk covers. He paused, tempted to sweep the straight lengths of her black hair from her face so he could see her. He needed to see her beauty one last time before he went to join the others and discovered whether or not Antoine had found a method of freeing her.