by Lexi C. Foss
It was all give-and-take between us—her blood in exchange for pure rapture.
She came apart on my lap, her body unaccustomed to my vampiric kiss. Something incoherent left her mouth, the sound one of surprise, which told me she’d never experienced an orgasm of this nature before.
I merely smiled in response, but her essence on my tongue kept me focused on the task of devouring her.
Willow’s flavor was wickedly unique.
Potent.
Almost supernatural in nature.
However, I sensed her humanity, too. Taking too much would weaken her, and as an older vampire, I didn’t need much to survive.
But fuck, she really did taste amazing. And if I wasn’t mistaken, a hint of lycan lurked in her veins.
How riveting.
I licked at her wound, forcing my teeth to subside. Then I kissed a path down to her breasts, desiring to mark her there for everyone to see. She gasped as I tugged the neckline of her dress down to sink my fangs into her tit, just above her erect nipple.
Willow immediately convulsed again, a second orgasm ripping through her and soaking my pants in kind.
Oh, how I ached to free my cock and sink into all that delicious heat. She was so ready for me. Maybe tight, too.
Damn, I couldn’t wait to take her. She was mine. My pet. My gift. I’d fuck every hole, fill her with my essence to the point where she’d drown in it. Only to revive her and do it all over again.
She’d beg me to do it.
Plead with me to take her over the edge into an oblivion unlike any she’d ever experienced.
Then she’d cry for more.
My strong warrior Willow. I meant what I said. I enjoyed blood. I enjoyed pain. If she didn’t stop me, I’d likely destroy us both. But at least we’d die satisfied.
She whimpered above me, her nails digging into my dress shirt.
I released her breast to meet her gaze, noting the haze of desire clouding her features. She was on the precipice of another orgasm, her body moving against mine in short bursts. Yet she groaned as if it weren’t enough, her cheeks reddening with exertion.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded. “Show me how you like to be stroked.”
She quivered, her head dipping back as her eyes closed. Her blush spread down her neck to her cleavage and disappeared into the black translucent material covering her breasts. I gripped the straps holding up the fabric and pushed them off her shoulders to reveal her gorgeous little nipples.
“Willow,” I murmured. “Pet your pretty pussy for me. Make yourself come again.” I shifted her on my lap, pulling her away from my groin and the friction she’d been using.
A small sound of protest parted her lips, then her hand fell between her legs to do exactly as I demanded. Leaving one hand on her hip, I used the other to lift her dress and watch her work.
Her tentative strokes told me this was new for her, that she hadn’t been properly instructed on how to pleasure herself. Yet she quickly figured it out, her body trembling violently every time she brushed her clit.
Then she pressed her thumb to the little button and began to circle it, the movement hypnotic and sexy as hell. I wanted to flip her onto her back and replace her touch with my mouth.
But that wasn’t the point of this exercise. I wanted to observe, and observe I did.
“Keep going,” I encouraged her. “I want you soaked and sated, Willow. And I want you to scream my name when you come this time. As loud as you fucking can.”
She resembled utter perfection in this state, her mind quieting as the needs of her body took over.
“This is what being with a vampire feels like,” I told her as I palmed one of her breasts. My other hand remained on her hip to provide stability, ready to catch her if this next orgasm threw her into a state of unconsciousness. “You need to remember this when we’re together, Willow. Remember how you feel right now, and know that this was only a brief introduction to what I can do to you.”
I tweaked her nipple, hard enough to burn, then soothed it with my tongue. She groaned in response, her fingers moving faster now, her pace a chaotic mixture of passion and lust.
“I can fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
My words elicited a deep moan from her, followed by a tear down her cheek. She was overstimulated, her body breaking beneath the onslaught of too much ecstasy. But she could take it.
“You’re almost there, sweetheart,” I said, my lips going to her throat to lap at the wound I left against her neck.
Her resulting groan went straight to my cock. It took serious effort not to rip off my pants and sink balls-deep into her, but this wasn’t so much about me as it was her. I needed her to understand what it would be like between us, to leave her craving more.
Willow’s legs began to shake, her flush a permanent fixture against her skin.
“There it is,” I murmured. “Come for me, Willow. Come hard.” I bit her again, this time on her opposite breast, and growled as her world fell apart.
She screamed my name, her beautiful body mine to command in all ways. Rather than take more of her blood, I moved my mouth to hers and kissed the hell out of her while she cried from the insanity I’d forced upon her.
Her body spasmed violently, to the point where I suspected the pleasure had become painful. I held her through it, my lips praising hers every step of the way, until finally her emotions subsided and she began to relax against me.
I ran my fingers through her hair, not caring at all that I’d messed up her previously styled locks. Her dress would need to be fixed as well, or perhaps swapped for a new one.
When her breathing evened out, I pulled back a little to meet her drowsy gaze. “Show me your fingers, Willow.”
She swallowed, then slowly removed the hand from between her legs. Her skin glittered with evidence of her arousal, and I practically salivated for a taste.
Instead, I told her to lick herself clean, and I watched as she obeyed. Then I took her mouth in another kiss and groaned at the taste coating her tongue. It was perfect and everything I craved, but I wouldn’t allow myself a proper taste yet. Delayed gratification would give me something to look forward to later, after I finished playing my part of royal vampire in Silvano City.
Willow panted against me, her blue eyes shining with heated confusion.
Rather than explain myself, I indulged her in another kiss. However, this one was laced with a hint of blood from my tongue.
She jolted at the contact, her taste buds aware of that flavor, and her eyes flew open with a dozen questions. Again I didn’t explain myself, mostly because I couldn’t. I just knew she needed more of my essence as a protective coating should tonight’s events not go the way I intended.
Once I was satisfied that she’d imbibed enough, I pulled away from her and studied her flushed features. She appeared freshly fucked, just as I’d desired. Hmm, and while my blood would assist in her healing, she’d still have my bite engraved in her flesh long enough for others to know whom she belonged to.
Perfection.
“I think you’re ready now,” I informed her softly before kissing her again because I could. She returned my embrace, her movements lazy and sated.
Yes, I really did enjoy her in this state.
Maybe I’d keep her in it for the rest of the night. For fun.
10
Willow
My university experience had not prepared me for Ryder’s bite.
I’d expected harsh touches and savage fucking and to pass out from his violent thirst for my blood. Yet all he’d done was make me come.
Three. Times.
I took a course during my nineteenth year on how to fake pleasure through pain. Nothing about my reaction to Ryder had required that developed skill set. My screams were natural and loud and bordering on insane.
My limbs continued to shake even now as I sat beside him in the car on our way to the heart of the city. Part of it was a result of my building anxiety, bu
t most of it was from the rapture that had exploded through my system from his antics on the plane.
He’d held me afterward, his lips whisper-soft against my ear as he praised me for how I reacted to his bite. Then he’d uttered sinful promises, telling me just how he intended to fuck me, the types of positions he preferred, and how he couldn’t wait to see my lips wrapped around his cock.
Each statement served as a warning of what was to come, preparing me to accept him mentally. Never once did he discuss sharing me, apart from claiming he wasn’t fond of sharing with others. It went against everything I’d been taught yet seemed appropriate for Ryder because his behavior never matched society standards.
I glanced up at him, taking in his stoic features. His focus was on the front window as he scanned the buildings around us.
Darkness blanketed the night sky, and there was only a handful of lights on the street to illuminate our way. As vampires possessed enhanced eyesight, they wouldn’t need much more than a few lamps here or there. Oddly, I found it to be adequate enough for me to see as well, something I attributed to drinking Ryder’s blood on the plane.
My thighs clenched at the thought, my mouth salivating for more. He’d turned me into an addict, his essence my new favorite cuisine.
He leaned into me and brushed his lips against my temple. “Ready for another orgasm already?” he asked softly, causing my cheeks to heat.
Damien grunted from the front passenger seat. “While I’m glad you tamed your pet, her scent is making my jaw ache.”
“Mmm, I’m rather fond of it,” Ryder murmured, his nose skimming my neck as he inhaled. My heart skipped a beat in response, my body reacting to his lips caressing my pulse point.
Part of me wanted to beg for another bite.
Part of me wanted to run.
It was an intoxicating mix of desire and fear, making it difficult for me to breathe.
I’d gone into that bedroom with the expectation of being used like a toy, but I should have known better. Ryder never did what I anticipated. He was the opposite of what my experience told me to expect.
If he kept this up, I might start to like him.
Which made him the most dangerous being I’d ever met.
His teeth skimmed my throat as he reached up to tug on the strap of my dress. It wasn’t the same one I’d worn on the plane but a sapphire gown with a similar translucent material that left me mostly on display.
Ryder drew the thin strap over my shoulder to my upper arm, his action revealing my breast to everyone in the car. I swallowed, uncertain of what he intended to do until he lowered his lips to my nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
I fought a groan, my lower abdomen clenching with raw need.
Fuck, this male was going to be the literal death of me. Something he drove home by sliding his sharp teeth into my skin just above my nipple.
This time I couldn’t hold back my moan, his bite a euphoric hit to my senses—one he took away only a second later, leaving me panting in need beside him.
A growl from the front seat had me meeting Damien’s hungry stare, his pupils blown wide at the display behind him. “You’ve made your point, Ryder.”
“Have I?” he asked, his tongue dabbing at the marks he’d left in my skin. “I’m not so sure.” He trailed his lips up to my throat, his fangs piercing my skin once more and driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. Only, he pulled back before I could fall into oblivion.
“Your claim is clear,” Damien said, facing forward again.
“You sound disappointed,” Ryder replied softly, his minty breath warm against my cheek.
“It’s not going to be well received by the others.”
“You say that as though I should care,” Ryder drawled as he slid a hand through the slit of my dress to palm my upper thigh.
His opposite hand went to my strap to draw the fabric up to my shoulder once more. Then he drew his touch downward slowly to fix my neckline and traced his bite mark with his fingertips.
“Everyone will know you’re mine, Willow. To touch you without permission would be a grave offense, one worthy of death.” He grazed my collarbone with his thumb, then gripped my chin to pull my gaze to his. “You are to remain by my side all night unless I instruct you otherwise. Understand?”
“Yes.” My voice came out hoarse, his proximity and touch doing things to me I couldn’t seem to fight. He was supposed to use me. Drain me. Kill me. Not ignite my veins on fire like this.
He pressed his lips to mine, the kiss both a threat and a promise. “Good girl,” he said softly, then redirected his focus toward the front of the car. “Don’t worry, Damien. You can sate your hunger with my inherited harem.”
“Garland will be thrilled,” Damien drawled.
Ryder snorted. “Garland can fuck off.”
Damien didn’t reply, but amusement flirted with the edge of his mouth—a smirk I caught in the reflection of the mirror.
The driver didn’t say a word, his stoicism reminding me of my professors at the university. He’d met us at the airfield. Rick, Ryder had called him. They’d exchanged some words in a language I didn’t recognize, their history evident in the way Ryder had addressed the other man.
I wondered how they met or how long they’d known each other, but I knew better than to ask. Just as I knew better than to request information on what to expect as we pulled into a circular drive in front of a tall glass building. Or it appeared to be glass, anyway, with all its long windows reaching into the sky.
I looked up at it as we exited the car, noting that it stood taller than all the surrounding structures. The moon reflected off the endless windows, illuminating the premises in a nightly glow that appeared almost mystical in its appeal.
Ryder fixed the collar of his white dress shirt and ran his hand over his jacket to check the button just below his sternum. He definitely looked the part of a royal now with his regal stance, ageless face, and confident gaze. Damien stood beside him, hands in his pockets, tie immaculate, and glanced sideways at his royal friend.
“Ready to make some heads roll?” he asked.
“I intend to do a lot more than that,” Ryder replied, pressing his palm to my lower back. “Remember what I said, Willow. Stay by my side.”
“Yes, My Prince,” I told him, the formal address sounding wrong to my ears. However, there were others present now, thus requiring my submission. And while it should have come to me naturally, it didn’t.
Ryder stroked his thumb along my exposed spine, my blue gown lacking a back. It was a small touch, but one that seemed to radiate protection. I found myself wanting to believe in that unspoken promise, to rely on him for my safety.
My lips threatened to curl down at the notion, my mind rebelling against the concept of trusting anyone other than myself. His kindness—if it could be called that—was temporary. It had to be. He’d show his true self soon enough.
Shoving my thoughts from my head, I focused on our surroundings, curious. The university had been located near a desert, the heat unbearable and dry and very unlike the humidity kissing my skin now.
A variety of greenery decorated the grounds, flowers of tropical shades framing the entrance to the building. I wanted to touch the fuchsia leaves and lean down to smell the aromatic perfume of the purple petals. However, I kept my hands to myself and followed Ryder’s lead as he escorted me past the alluring landscaping to a set of doors that opened automatically to allow us entry.
Damien followed right behind us, his lethal presence a threat against my back.
I shivered as the cold air hit me across the face, the atmosphere starkly different from the balmy weather outside. Ryder propelled me forward, his steps certain as he entered the reception area with a royal flair.
Two vampires stood behind a desk, their attention on a set of screens, not us. I lowered my gaze to the marble floor in a necessary show of subservience while moving alongside Ryder. When we reached the two females, he cleared his throat.
An audible gasp sounded from one as the other stammered out an “Oh, Your Highness. I-I’m s-sorry. We weren’t ex-expecting you.”
“I didn’t realize I needed to be expected,” Ryder replied. “Were we supposed to call ahead, Damien?”
“No. It’s your territory. You move through it as you see fit,” Damien drawled as he stepped up to my opposite side, his arm brushing mine. “But I have it on good authority that the guest suite upstairs has already been prepared for your arrival. I believe Benita was handling the arrangements.”
“I did.” The feminine voice came from behind us, followed by a series of clicks that echoed through the lobby.
Ryder turned, pulling me with him. “Ah, Benita, darling. It’s been a few decades.”
“Yes, My Prince.” Her long, bare legs came into my view, her heels a deep red that contrasted against the white flooring. Ryder reached for her, embracing her with a kiss that sent heat crawling up my neck. It was just a peck to her cheek, but their easy camaraderie painted a history that made my stomach clench.
Why do I care? I’m just his pet. Nothing more.
What I needed to do was allow this to be a reminder of my place. He had an entire harem waiting for him, at least from what I understood. Why would I be anything more than a quick bite to him?
This was the reason I considered his behavior to be dangerous. It encouraged false expectations underlined in naive hope.
“I’ve arranged one of Silvano’s former guest suites for you. His penthouse still requires renovation, as do the harem quarters and anything else you’d like changed.” Benita didn’t back away from him, instead allowing her dark red nails to trail up his sternum.
His palm branded my lower back, holding me beside him as if I were an ornament. Which, I supposed, I resembled in this translucent gown.
“I see you brought a snack with you,” Benita mused.
“My pet,” Ryder corrected her, his thumb drawing a circle against my skin. I didn’t understand what it meant or why he did it.
“I see.” Benita cleared her throat and removed her hand from his chest. “Well, we have several options tonight for dining, if you’re hungry. Otherwise, I can show you up to your suite. Which do you prefer, Your Highness?”