Bite Me: A Vampire Anthology

by Cain, Addison

  About Eris Adderly

  Eris writes dark, escape-from-reality romance full of criminals and outcasts.

  Expect the decadent and filthy, the crude and sublime, sometimes all at once. Pick a safeword and grab a towel before reading.

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  And Bill Marshall is an a**hole.

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  His leaders want insurance. They want an heir. They need a genetic match. And now, they’ve found her.

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  A Jagged Cross Prequel

  Livia Bourne

  Chapter 1

  “You’re not gonna rest until ya get us all thrown in the gaol, are ya?”

  “Oh, Da, you’re worried over nothing again. I tell ya, the girl is clean.”

  “Hogwash! She’s American. We don’t need no stinking Yanks poking around. It’s bad enough we’ve had to start paying off the local constable to keep his bloody yap shut.”

  Lily worked hard to keep her breathing slow and steady so she didn’t tip off her captors that she was awake. The strong drugs they’d given to knock her out near Paris had started to dull, leaving behind a splitting headache, parched thirst, and growing dread. Well, all that and cramped muscles from being tied in an uncomfortable hogtie for God-only-knows how long.

  It took all her willpower to keep from screaming in fear and pain, choosing instead to listen and try to glean as much information as she could about where they’d taken her… and why.

  “I’m telling ya, it was a good snatch. I picked her up hiking in the woods near Versailles. She was alone. I smashed her phone before we left the park. There are no ‘fecking cameras in the middle of the trees!”

  “That’s all fine and dandy, but what if she has a family or boyfriend who will go looking for ‘er?”

  Lily was having trouble following the conversation between the two men she suspected were father and son. Despite them speaking English, their thick Irish accent made it difficult to make out some of their words at times. Was it possible she’d been drugged long enough for them to transport her all the way to Ireland?

  Her head throbbed just thinking about her dire situation, but she forced herself to pay attention for more clues as they continued chatting, unaware she was listening.

  “I already told ‘ya. She only had a small wallet with her. After I got her tied up in the van, I did a wee check online. She’s Lily Lewis. She lives in a small town in upper New York state and graduated from Syracuse University last year with a major in French which explains why she’s traveling in France. Her online profiles don’t talk a no boyfriend or husband or even that many friends for that matter. I’m tellin ‘ya, she’s a nobody.”

  How utterly depressing to have her dumpster fire of a life summed up accurately by a complete stranger. A kidnapper, no less.

  Asshole.

  Lily hadn’t always been as alone in life as her Facebook and Instagram accounts might indicate. She’d taken extra care to wipe her social media accounts clean of any remnants of her no-good, cheating ex-fiancé.

  Still, the jerk was wrong about one thing. She would be missed. Granted, not until Monday after she didn’t show up to teach her English class at the high school or lycée near Versailles. She wanted to shout at the jerk, but kept quiet instead.

  Were they human traffickers? If so, they were really bad at it considering how they knew next to nothing about her or why she was in France.

  What if they were going to rape her? Kill her? She fought down her panic, trying to focus on working out an escape plan. And figuring out where she was at the top of that escape plan.

  “Fine,” the older man said. “But we need to keep things moving along this time. No playing with Armand’s food.”

  “Aw, Da, that’s a load a shite! Ya can’t cheat me outa me fun.”

  “I can and I will. This one makes me nervous, not to mention you should a hightailed it back a week ago with that bloke you’d been staking out in Brussels. We’ve waited too long and ya know what happened the last time we did that.”

  Bloke? This conversation was getting more confusing by the minute. Who were these guys and more importantly, why did they act like they did this sort of thing on a regular basis—not caring if they snatched a woman or a man. On the one hand, it helped her relax a bit. Maybe they weren’t a band of rapists after all.

  “It’s bad enough ya got us living out here in the boonies, but ya don’t let me have any fun at all,” the younger man who’d kidnapped her complained.

  “We’re in the boonies living in a grand castle, on hundreds of acres of prime land, with a huge income each month. And you, lazy arse, you have only one job and that’s to keep Armand fed and docile. Period. What it doesn’t include is you takin foolish chances that’ll bring investigators knocking.”

  Lily was doing her best to keep track of the conversation, despite the numbness in her arms and shoulders. She didn’t know who the hell Armand was, but she sure as hell didn’t like the implications of feeding him. Was it their family dog?

  “After the close call we had last winter, we can’t take any chances. The vial is in the safe. Do it now, before the sun goes down.”

  A loud crashing sound made Lily flinch.

  “She’s awake! She just moved.” The older man sounded alarmed.

  “What difference does that make? Except maybe I can just take her for a wee ride and then…”

  “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” Lily heard what sounded like someone being slapped just after the father’s expletive. “Better watch it, boy, or one day you’ll find yourself taking a turn in the pen.”

  “‘Ya don’t scare me. I’m still your son.”

  “Maybe, but if you insist on acting the twit, I might need to trade ‘ya in. I have plenty ‘o money to get me a proper heir now.”

  These men confused her. As much as she hated the thought of talking with them, her muscles were cramping hard, and she needed to pee bad.

  “If you two idiots are done arguing, I’d really appreciate it if you’d untie me now so I can go to the bathroom.”

  “Watch ‘yer mouth, girlie. You aren’t in any position to make demands.”

  “Actually, this is the perfect position to demand my release,” she spat back.

  No longer having to hide that she was awake, Lily opened her eyes and tried to look around. She was lying on a couch of some sort in what looked like an outdated living room. Occasional pieces of cutting-edge technology merged with century-old decorations to create an odd dichotomy of old and new, although nothing gave away their exact location.

  She decided to go fishing.

  “How long have I been out? It must have been a while if you had time to get me to Ireland.”

  “Shut-it girl. We don’t take no questions.”

  “Oh? What do you take? Bribes? I have money, you know.”

  “Excellent. We’ll be glad to take that off your hands. Ya won’t be needing it anymore where you’re going.”

  The old man’s answer was unsettling. When he approached her, coming into her line-of-sight for the first time, she almost laughed. His portly, slovenly appearance matched his voice perfectly. For someone who had been bragging about all they owned, he sure didn’t look the part of someone wealthy, no matter what country they were in.

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bsp; “I don’t know where we’re going, but I hope our first stop is a bathroom.”

  “Ya won’t need that either, course ya might be making a bit of a mess, not that I care,” the old man taunted as he yanked her hair, lifting her head higher so he could get a good look at her face. “Don’t think I don’t know why ya picked this one, boy. You’re letting your dickie cloud your judgment.”

  He let go of her hair and her face mashed into the couch with enough velocity her headache spiked.

  “You may not like to take a dip in the nib anymore, but I need a good poke every once in awhile.”

  Just as he finished his sentence, the younger man stepped next to his father. He was every bit as wide and even more disheveled, which was saying something.

  “Then use your allowance to go to a pub and pick up one of the sluts looking for free drinks.”

  “Last time I did that, you yelled at me for bringing her home with me. What do ya want? Me to feck her in the car?”

  “No, ya eejet. Ya get a hotel room. Ya need me to solve every problem for ya?”

  “I don’t see why I can’t just bring ‘em back here. It’s not like they’re gonna get close to the pen.”

  “I told ya. We don’t need no nosy neighbors poking around in our business. We already stick out by not speaking German.”

  Okay, that was a big hint. Were they in Germany then? At least that was a bit closer to Paris.

  Lily didn’t have time to worry about her location any longer as the older man reached out and started pulling her pants down, which was no easy feat considering the way her hands and legs were tied behind her. This wasn’t making any sense. The old man had made a big deal about his son not raping her, and yet he was the one pulling off her clothes.

  “Go get the vial. Let’s get this over with. I don’t wanna look at her any longer than I have to.”

  “Let me take her to my room and ya won’t need to see her at all.” The asshole had the nerve to laugh as he added, “Course you may hear her.”

  “For two minutes. That’s about how long ya’ll last poking a beauty like this one. I told ya. Ya need to choose a round one who’s a bit pugly. They’re more willing ta do what it takes to please ya, both in and out of the sack.”

  “I know, I know. That’s how you got Ma, God rest ‘er soul.”

  “Don’t disparage yer mother. She was a good woman.”

  “Yeah, that’s why ya sent her to check out the pen. Don’t think I don’t know ya did that on purpose.”

  “She left me no choice. She got too nosy. Sticking that nose a hers where it don’t belong. Now, enough lolligaggin. Get the vial.”

  These two were a disgusting duo. Had they really just talked about killing their wife and mother like they were talking of the weather? And what the hell was this pen they kept talking about? Is that where they kept the dog they want her to feed? Those drugs they’d given her must have really messed with her brain because nothing seemed to be making sense.

  The younger man stomped off, leaving her alone with the father, her bare ass now on display as she lay uncomfortably on the couch.

  As if he wanted to stay as far away from her as possible, she saw the older man walk across the room to stand and look out the window. It was still light out which meant either she’d been unconscious less than around eight hours or it was the next day. Based on the fullness of her bladder, the latter was not out of the question.

  “I really do need to pee. You want me to just let it loose here on the couch?”

  “Don’t ya dare make a mess, girlie. Just hold it a few more minutes, and then it won’t matter anymore.”

  She did not like the sound of that statement. For the hundredth time since she’d woke up, she tested the bonds that held her, trying to break free.

  The son returned a few minutes later. This time she saw him coming at her with the needle, unlike the last time where he’d surprised her from behind on her hike. She fought to roll away from him as he approached, but she was tied too tightly. Her fear spiked, literally scaring the piss out of her. She felt her hot pee wetting her pants bunched up at her thighs as the long needle punctured her left butt cheek. The drug burned as it invaded her body, drawing a long cry of frustration and pain from Lily.

  “Ya bitch, you messed the couch!”

  “It was the least I could do to repay you for this bullshit experience,” she retorted, stronger than she felt.

  “Oh, you’ll repay me alright. Da, ya may not want me to keep her, but ya can’t deny me a punishment blow at least.”

  “Fine, but make it a quickie. I wanna get back to the telly.”

  Lily replayed the words and figured out his plan just as he unzipped his ripped jeans and pulled out an ugly penis that smelled like old socks. There was no way in hell she was going to….

  The asshole pulled on her long hair with both hands, lifting her torso off the couch several inches and yanking her face towards his pitiful excuse for a cock.

  “Open up, girlie. I need a good blow.”

  Lily clamped her mouth closed as tight as possible, determined to deny him as he rubbed his genitals back and forth on her face.

  “Open that trap of yours or ya’ll regret it.”

  She highly doubted that.

  He released his right hand from her hair long enough to slap her across the face with considerable force. Lily felt her neck pop from the sharp strike, dragging a shout from her. The asshole took advantage of her open mouth to shove his stale cock in. She gagged, not from his length or girth, but from the sour taste.

  Within seconds, she was struggling to breathe when the asshole used his grip on her hair and head to dominate her into giving him a blowjob. He didn’t bother at first to move her up and down his length, instead just holding her face tight against his midsection until she had completely run out of air. Lily fought as hard as she could to push off him enough to get some air in. She was seeing stars by the time he yanked her off his growing cock, allowing her to gasp and sputter for air.

  “That’s a good girl. He’s getting hard now.”

  She didn’t get in nearly enough air before he yanked her face back onto his shaft. This time he used his grip on her hair to hold her in a vise grip while he started to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth with his disgusting appendage. The only good thing was she was able to pull small sips of air into her lungs in rhythm with his rocking.

  Even as his shaft grew, it was thankfully small. Determined to end her ordeal as quickly as possible, Lily stopped struggling, trying instead to focus on how sweet revenge would be when she outsmarted these two yahoos and got free.

  Like his father had predicted, the man who’d kidnapped her gratefully took less than two minutes to shoot his disgusting seed into her mouth. Lily gagged so hard she almost retched. The only thing that stopped her was Junior once again pulling her tight against his stomach until he cut off all air. She was forced to swallow the stagnant jizz along with her bile.

  Only when she was almost blind from lack of oxygen did he pull out of her mouth, dropping her face back to the couch with a speed that would have broken her nose had the cushion not been padded. It was as she gasped for air she felt the first twinge of an odd lightness. Within minutes, it was as if her aching muscles were finally able to stretch. Instead of tingling from lack of circulation, she could almost feel her blood as it traveled through her body. The feeling was growing stronger by the minute.

  By the time she was panicked enough to ask the men what drug they had given her, she opened her mouth to speak, but only mumbles came out. Lily forced down her fear, trying to maintain her connection to reality, but with little success.

  She fought to hear the men’s continued conversation. It alarmed her that she had no problems actually hearing them, but everything they said sounded jumbled and like a foreign language. When her panic threatened to consume her, she was aware enough to know she had started to wish for the blackness to overtake her again. While it terrified her to th
ink of what they might do to her body while she was unconscious, it scared her worse to know she might be awake, but not be able to stop it.

  Her brain felt sluggish. She saw the young man coming at her with a long knife. Instead of thinking about where he planned on putting that blade, her brain focused on the oddness that he hadn’t bothered to tuck his pathetic penis back into his pants yet. Was that really her giggling at the absurdity of him walking around with his embarrassingly small cock on display? Yep. That was her laugh, only it sounded like it was in a tunnel far away.

  Her lips tingled as she tried to speak. She was fighting them in her brain, but in reality she lay like an animal, waiting on a slab to be slaughtered. The metal of the blade was cold against her prickling skin that had started to feel as if it were on fire. If he were slicing her, she was relieved that the drugs kept it from hurting.

  Cool air reached her body just as her brain, that was running in slow motion, finally recognized that Junior was cutting her clothes off her body. It was not an easy task in her current tied position, and it took him what seemed like an eternity to cut and pull over and over until Lily felt the final shred of her clothes slipping from her body.

  A zing of pleasure mingled with a splash of pain as the asshole’s hand roamed her naked body, pinching and stroking—inserting and slapping. The sexual need slammed into her like an out of control Mack truck—unwelcome and destructive. Her body was no longer her own, and it humiliated her to admit that it was perfectly fine with her as long as he kept it up long enough for her to orgasm.

  “Aw, man, she’s humping already. I knew she was perfect. And I can smell ‘er dripping cunt.”

  “Don’t even ask. I want ‘er out of the castle before someone you didn’t know was watching ya shows up at the gate.”