Darkest Before Dawn (A Guardian's Diary Book 1)(39)

I jerked back at his words, which splashed through me like ice water. His eyes sharpened as he watched my reaction while he calculated his chances. “I’m no whore, Jaeden. If you’re asking me to trade myself for Addy, you won’t like what my answer is.”

“You’ve never been with a man before, have you?” he asked watching my face closely. I ignored his question and the tattle-tale blush that crept over my face. I watched his beautiful mouth as it tipped up in the gentle creases and turned into a mocking grin. “No, you’ve never been with anyone, have you? You’re still a blushing virgin.” His eyes sparkled with mirth, and the knowledge that he was right on the mark. His hand came up to remove a stray lock of hair that had fallen over my reddening cheek.

“You have no idea how rare you are. Do you? Such untouched beauty, just begging to be taken. I want to be the first one who watches those eyes as you discover pleasure, to be the first male to drive you to the brink and watch as you fall over the precarious cliffs of pleasure. To watch as those eyes grow large with wonder as your sweet body trembles from its first sexual release. Allow me to be your first and I promise to show you pleasure so hot, deep, and profound that you willingly seek out my bed again.”

“Just a little self-adsorbed, Jaeden; who says I want you to be my first?”

He said nothing, but his seductive eyes missed nothing. I was unable to back away from him; my eyes had locked on those lips. Lips I’d kissed, and barely managed to remember to breathe. I’d barely survived them and with every kiss, it was getting harder to stop him. There was something magnetic about him that made me want him, badly. I felt safe with him, even though I shouldn’t. He’d managed to save my life on several occasions.



But the main thing that entered my mind now, was that I wanted him. I simply did. I wanted him like I needed air, but there was still that tingle in the back of my mind that told me to run. It screamed that he was dangerous, and more. It was common sense warning me that I wouldn’t walk away from this being the same ever again. He’d change me, and I wasn’t sure I was willing to allow it yet.

“I can see it in your eyes, Emma, and I didn’t offer to be just your first, I’m asking to be your first and, I have decided, your last. I want to part those sweet thighs, taste the sweet petals of your flesh, and teach you what it’s like to be seduced by a creature like me.”

“And if I say no?” I asked as his body pressed against mine to show me that his need had made his pants become even tighter, as it pushed against my belly.

“Then someone else will most likely take it from you. You already know your answer. You just refuse to admit it.” He whispered against my ear as his lips curved against my neck, where he kissed me softly. “You want me, little one. I can smell your desire already. So strong desire, sweet and inviting as it drips from your sweet pussy. Tell me, are you wet already? Are those sweet panties soaked from the need to be fucked?” His words were crude, but his hands moved down my body and sent a thrill of excitement and fear racing over my skin, tightening my nipples in anticipation as my back arched for his touch.

 “I want to taste you, all of you,” he growled low and throatily as his hungry fingers pressed against my moist heat. I cried out as he applied the slightest pressure, “here,” he whispered huskily as his mouth covered mine. The kiss was hard; and demanding. When he pulled away, I had to hold on to him or chance falling to the ground. “I want you. I want you so fucking bad that I would kill for it,” he growled as he then continued to kiss me. His mouth lifted from mine a second before a knock sounded.

I shook my head, dispelling the spell of sexual seduction he’d wrapped me in. If he’d continued, I would have given him what he wanted and the way his eyes watched me, he knew it as well. More knocking from the other side of the startled me.

“Don’t move,” he ordered me as he moved his well-muscled body out the door and locked me in.

The moment he left the room, I grabbed for a pen and paper on his desk and scrawled out a message before booking it through the open window. I eyed the message on the crisp white paper before I started the descending from his roof.

~Never going to happen Viking~

I mentally kicked myself as I shimmied down the gutter downspout, thinking about what I’d written. Oh yes, I wanted him, in all sorts of naughty ways; I just didn’t want to be forced into anything. I could search for Addy by myself.

It also didn’t help that the tingly, twitchy sensation that I had the night of the Friday wolf crashing party was back in full force. Being surrounded by vampires on their home turf might be a good reason for the creepy crawlies, but I had a feeling that it was something more than that.

I made it to the ground with a soft thud, but the moment my feet hit the grass, something hit me so hard on the side of the head that I was stunned for a moment and staggered briefly as the world spun. Before I could get my balance, rough hands pulled me up and held me firmly. When I looked up, it was to find blonde Barbie watching me coldly.

“If you’d just fucked him and allowed him to get you out of his system, this wouldn’t be necessary,” she growled as she forced open my mouth and pushed something inside. I gagged on the nasty bitter taste, and tried to spit it out as I fought against her and the arms holding me. She was pressing me against someone who felt like a clingy mountain behind me, sandwiching me to prevent me from stomping on his instep, elbowing, or head butting as she held my nose and mouth closed with her hands. “Swallow it whore,” she snapped. She had a thicker accent than Jaeden, but it was the same lilt, as if they spoke the same dialect once.

Her nails bit into my flesh as her eyes flashed with anger. She hated me. I struggled to get away, but whoever it was that held me was stronger than I, and the more I struggled against him, the more he moaned, as if he was getting off restraining me. I choked on whatever it was she’d shoved in to my mouth, until she seemed satisfied that it must have been gone.



She forced my mouth open and peered curiously in, I assumed to see if I had swallowed or cheeked it. “Damn,” she murmured to her companion. “She doesn’t have any fangs. I heard them say Jaeden had given her his blood. She is strong like one of us, but no fangs.” Viking Barbie looked a little confused as she looked down at me then her eyes narrowed.

“If you are still human, you had better hope that dose doesn’t kill you.” She nodded to the man still holding me. “Pick her up and take her to his room,” the woman said coldly, a little too nonchalant about the killing part for my taste.

Panic hit me as I was roughly yanked from my feet and cradled in the arms of a giant bald man with dark skin. Whatever they’d given me was fast acting, because my head had begun to swim. Or maybe it was from the knock on the head. What the hell was with people clocking me in the head these days?

“What the hell did you give me?” I slurred. Within moments, my head wasn’t feeling the slightest bit of pain anymore; as a matter of fact, it was becoming a giant balloon and the building and the trees surrounding it were spinning around me.

“Just something that will make you…more reasonable.” She smiled and nodded at me knowingly as we moved around the other side of the estate and opened the door to a back entrance. She was nice enough to hold it open for the man carrying me. “I have very good hearing, and I have been listening in to everything he said to you since you arrived. He is fascinated with you; you won’t give him what he wants,” she laughed mirthlessly. “My warrior always did adore a challenge. So, I give him what he wants and he will forget about you, just like all the rest he’s done this with, and then I’ll have my husband’s attention back,” she pouted. My eyes flew to hers in disbelief. I knew they had history—but married? I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

She’d drugged me to have sex with Jaeden? She was friggin’ crazy! I tried to wiggle out of the big man’s arms. “Please don’t do this,” I was begging. I wasn’t losing this war this way. I couldn’t! “You can have him!”

“Oh you see, we play this game a lot,” she said as she smiled conspiratorially. “He pretends he doesn’t want me and goes to other women to make me jealous. He has a huge appetite and plays with many women. You are different; you he watches for hours when you don’t know he’s there. It’s like he’s obsessed with you, but, like the others, you will be out of his mind as soon as he’s played with you. I do hope you like it rough; my husband has a certain kink he’s come to like,” she smiled cheerfully.

“You’re fucking crazy!”

“No, I just want my husband to get bored with you; he always does,” she said simply. “I play with his friends and it makes him insane with jealousy.” She grinned dreamily. “Then he plays other women to get me back. It makes for a very good game. This time I plan to beat him to it and leave you for him as a gift. That way he thanks me,” she continued.

“Then take him! Don’t put me in the middle of your damn games!”