She’d taken many men to our bed, fucked them, and took great delight in telling me after. It wasn’t enough for her to attempt to seduce any man I called friend; she would try and kill any female I showed affection to. She wanted my attention and she wanted my jealousy and would do anything to obtain it. The bitch was psychotic, spoiled, and unstoppable, and yet she’d found protection with Shamus. Wisely, he tried whenever possible to keep her away from me.
“Help me secure her, and open your vein,” I told Bjorn before climbing in the back with them. “Anything from Lucas?”
“They captured the four men that were with the one she cliff dived with. They have been taken care of.” He reported quietly as he helped me situate her over my lap. Sven began the drive back to the estate, the rest of our convoy following behind us.
“Good,” I whispered as I cradled her head to his open wrist. The sight of his eyes as they grew round with lust from her lips touching his skin made anger radiate through me. I knew the moment his cock grew hard, because he shifted in the seat. His hand moved to grope her breasts, but the inhuman growl that tore from my throat stopped him.
“Habit,” he said as he reached in his pants to fix his own growing erection. Mine was hard as a rock, pulsing with the need to pillage her sweet, pink flesh.
Knowing a woman was coming over, and drinking of blood was an aphrodisiac to our kind. The sound of sucking mixed with blood, rich in the air, had every male in the car hard and ready to fuck. Her heartbeat was sputtering, and her temperature was already dropping. I pulled her away from Bjorn’s wrist as he moaned at the sensation of her mouth against his flesh.
Possessiveness wasn’t a trait I had felt in a long time, and yet I felt it with her. She had an innocence to her that women lacked these days. The fire in her eyes when she was angered was seductive. The fierceness of her dedication to protect and help those she loved was unique in this day and age.
There was also the fact that I wanted to bury my cock deep inside of her perfect body and fuck it until she couldn’t walk. I wanted to kiss her swollen flesh, knowing it was sore from what I had done to her. To kiss it and watch as she squirmed against me from the pain as it mingled with pleasure.
The first time she came for me, with my lips sucking her succulent juices, it took every ounce of strength to prevent my fangs from piercing her flesh. I could sense when she was nervous, embarrassed, turned on, and better than that, when her sweet pussy grew moist with the need to be fucked. I could smell her sweet little bud as it grew slick with the need to be plucked.
The first time I’d smelled her arousal had been unnerving. I’d wanted nothing more than to strip her bare and fuck her flesh until she knew she wanted no other. The only thing that prevented it was her. The fear I’d smelled at her body’s reaction to me. She had been shocked by her response, as if she hadn’t felt anything like it before.
Hopefully she lived, to allow me to explore her body and mind. Her heart slowed to a final stop and restarted within a few minutes. Bjorn noticed it and looked at her curiously. He shrugged his wide shoulders, as Sven did the same. Once we were back at the estate and in my room, I stripped her bare, and covered her up with a sheet as I worked to putting her body back together, setting her limbs so that her bones when she finally woke, would be healed correctly.
She was quite the temptress, even as she lay dying. Her legs were parted, and the smell of her pussy made my cock stand up erect for the fifth time since I found her broken and battered. I had Sven pull up a chair to be her next donor and within moments of setting his wrist to her lips, she latched on and sucked dreamily at it as I set her body to rights. He’s not shy about looking at her beauty, even with the amount of damage that had ravaged her.
“She’s not dying,” he points out as her nipples grew erect against my touch.
“She has internal damage. Her heart stopped in the truck, but it started again…it should stop soon. Can you ready the crypt after you feed her?”
“As soon as I find some willing flesh and fuck this need out of my cock. She’s a greedy little wench, with lips I’d like to—”
“I’d think really fucking carefully about how you finish that sentence, my friend,” I warned with a fierceness that surprised even me.
“And if she has needs to match Astrid’s? Will you control her and allow her to fuck us, or chance history repeating itself?” Sven asked, as he replaced his wrist with his thumb to keep her mouth working. “Fucking hell,” he groaned as she latched on and moved her mouth on it.
Yeah, okay, it was hot. She was moving her head as if it was his cock instead of his thick thumb. “If she wishes to be fucked by more than just me, she will have to earn it and I will be present for it. I don’t like sharing, and I need full control in the bedroom. Besides, there are other ways to fill each hole these days.”
“There were other ways when your wife took those men to her bed, Jaeden. Astrid likes to be worshiped by men. She likes to control them with her body. She still tries to control you with it.”
“Yes, well that wore off long ago and I have seen her for what she is. Astrid I want nothing to do with, but Emma is a different story. Emma is different. She was raised in this town. She’s unskilled, and I become more certain each time I am around her, that she is untried by a man. I’m sure one cock will be enough for now. If later she decides she wants more, I’m sure I can find enough men to scratch that itch. For now though, she’s my toy, my plaything, Sven. When the time of her hunger comes, I’ll make sure to invite those who helped sire her.”
“Good, because if she sucks cock like she sucks fingers, I want in,” he mused as he worked her pretty little mouth with his thumb.
“I can take over now, her bones have been set,” I snapped. The idea of having to share her pissed me off. I hated that they knew of Astrid’s hunger for male attention. That they knew of the cunning deceit that hid behind her beautiful face. It had driven me mad with rage in the beginning. It was one of the reasons I demanded control in the bedroom. It had fed my need to withhold, and give pleasure. I’d become a fucking master of seduction, and a control freak in the process. The pictures in my mind—which included Emma—made my cock twitch.
Her sweet legs held open by ropes, showing me what was mine. Her hands bound behind her head, with her subtle movement opening her legs more...I’d have it. Soon. I placed my fingers in her mouth, two at first, and felt her sucking them off. No bloody wonder the others had been hard. I moaned at the sensation of her tongue as it curled around them, caressing them. Her head moved in the seductive dance, pulling them deeper, and then letting up.
My mind wandered to how many men had felt her sweet mouth curve around their cock? How many had pounded her pink flesh, and made her scream? None could do it as I could, and I would. It would be so easy to take her sweetness right now, but for the first time she’s with me, I want her completely lucid and aware of everything we do.
“Soon my sweet girl, I will make you beg to come. I will tie you up and fuck you until the need to climax is so overpowering that you’re wild from the need of it. When I’m finished with you, you will beg me to use you often, and I will.”
Chapter 13
I awoke to a strange noise and it took me a few moments to orient myself as to where I was. Classical music softly played in the room, soothing and yet it made my ears pound along with my head. I looked down at the bed, and flexed my limbs. I should hurt, and yet I didn’t. I tested my eyes, and closed them against the blinding light that streamed through the giant windows. I sat up, only to discover I was naked, and my hands and chest were covered in…ewww, blood.
A dream; that was the only explanation. This had to be a very bad dream. I lay back against the pillows, and closed my eyes against the heaviness of them. Sleep stole my mind, and when I woke the next time, he was there.
I could feel his naked body wrapped around mine. He held me tight and whispered things I couldn’t understand against my ear. He held me through the night, and when the sun’s bright rays shined into the room, he tried forcing some thick, vile liquid down my throat. I fought against him, but in the end, he won.
He did it several times, and each time I felt myself growing stronger. Sleep pulled me under, and refused to allow me to wake up on my own from whatever it was that had happened to me.
“Shamus, this is Emma,” Jaeden’s voice drifted in, barely penetrating my muzzy mind and sounded like it was far away.
“Mmm, she smells divine. How long since she lost her human pulse?” the stranger asked in a deep voice that had an Irish lilt to it.
“She didn’t,” Jaeden’s answered quietly. “Her heart only stopped the one time. She has few of the markers for the change. Have you ever heard of something like this?”
“You’re sure she wasn’t of another species?”
Another species?
“I’m sure of it; she was human.”
I was dreaming still. It was the only way this conversation made sense.
“Strange, she looks human. Have you tasted her?”
“I’ve tasted her flesh,” Jaeden confirmed, and I felt my body grow flush with the memory of his tasting me. “She accepted the transfusion of my blood, and the others. No ill effects, either. She is healing rapidly, and yet she hasn’t regained consciousness.”