Darkest Before Dawn (A Guardian's Diary Book 1)(41)

“I need to close the wounds, Emma,” I whispered as my fangs slid into place. Fuck, she’s addictive. Unlike any other female I’ve ever come across, and they number in the tens of thousands. I’ve fucked my way through countries, trying to forget what Astrid had done, what she was.

Tonight I had almost forgotten it, almost allowed her back in for a mere second. Her subtle curves and the hunger had mixed with the knowledge that Emma was in close proximity to the wolves. Jealousy; I was fucking jealous over a mere mortal, or whatever she was. I knew she wasn’t one of us. It was another first for me. Most women sought me out, and I used them as they wished to be, but sweet Emma, she’d had a perfect no planted on her perfect lips from the get-go.

I leaned my mouth over and closed the wounds on her ample breasts. Next, I leaned over, making sure to gently stroke her pussy with my fingers to test where she was with the aphrodisiacs. Her hips rose to my caress, drawn to it from the subtle relief my touch had awarded to her. I leaned over and placed my mouth on her inner thigh, perilously close to her sweet honey.

Knuckles grazed her flesh as her mound pushed up again and the bonds strained with her movement. I watched as fire burned in her eyes. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that whatever Astrid had given her wasn’t very long lasting. She was covered in sweat, but at the same time, I could smell the drugs pushing through her system and out of her pores.



“Emma,” I whispered, and allowed the hoarseness in my voice to caress her skin. I leaned over and licked the bite from Astrid that’s right above her sweet, drenched pussy. She bucked her hips at the connection, and I gave up trying to hide how fucking turned on I was.

Her legs were spread wide, and her ass and pussy were right there, inches from my tongue. One taste. One single fucking taste and I’d end up fucking her until she was sore from it. I pulled out a knife, and cut her legs free; her breathing hitched as each leg fell to the bed.

She’d been too much temptation with those legs up and parted, her sweet honey dripping for my greedy eyes to feed upon. I stepped back from the bed, watching as she realized I’d left her hands bound. I smiled as I crossed my arms and pulled my t-shirt up painfully slow.

I loved the sounds she made as I bared my own my flesh to her. Those sweet hisses and hitches of her breath as she watched me strip to nothing. I kicked off the boots I wore, and met her eyes. My hands smoothed down my chest, right until I hooked my thumbs through the buckle of the belt I wore. I took my time undoing it, wondering how it would feel across that sweet ass.

She bit gently into her lip and I didn’t dare take my eyes from hers. Full control. I needed it. I had it. Fucking craved it from her like a junkie craves a fix. She was mine now; tonight I would have her. I will make her mine. She’d leave this room owned and sore from what we had done.

“Tell me, Emma. In your mind, what am I doing to you? Fucking your sweet body nice and slowly, or am I fucking you senseless? Should I make you work to come, or should I give you one for free?”

She swallowed, and the noise made me harder, if that was even possible. I loved taking my time as I revealed to her what she would be having tonight. I told her I wouldn’t be rough for the first time, but I could see it in her sweet blue eyes. She wanted it. There was a hunger for me in them, and it was fucking erotic. Intense need that couldn’t be faked, and the beautiful intensity I saw in hers floored me.

In all of my time as an immortal, I’d never wanted to fuck anyone as I did her. I wanted to rip her open and see what she’s made of. I wanted her submission. Many times, it wasn’t about what I wanted or needed. Not directly. Because I was the dominant one here, always. I was the fucking master. What I wanted from her was total obedience, and to allow me to control her pleasure in every sense of the word. I wanted her to be good, to be of use, to obey, and to scream for me. I wanted to please her, to make her boneless from how many times she would come for me.

“Jaeden,” she whispered my name as I kept her eyes locked with mine.

“After I take you the first time, Emma, we will no longer be Jaeden and Emma. You will be mine; you will please me and obey me, and for that, I will reward you with what I decide you deserve. My cock. My tongue. My fingers. I pick how you come for me, and when you can.”

“That sounds…dark,” she replied breathlessly.

“Everyone has a dark side, Emma. What I’m asking is if you want to come play with mine. My dark side is begging me to allow you inside of it, to make you my prey. It makes me believe things that shouldn’t be possible, like this; you being tied to my bed right now. This feels like a dream. A really fucking good one that I’ve dreamt about since I first laid eyes on you. So, tell me, Emma. Can I have you?”

She smiled. She fucking smiled. Most women flinch when I tell them I want their obedience. Most have difficulty giving up control and yet this blushing little virgin was grinning with an eagerness in her eyes for me to take control. I shook the surprise off as I snapped the belt in my hands and watched as her eyes glazed over with heat. “You want that, don’t you?” I asked, watching as her legs slid further apart.

Her pussy was soaked, and the smell was heady. I wanted to bury my face in it and suck that tender flesh until she begged me to come. Not yet, not until she was ready. Her pupils were no longer dilated from the drug, but from need.



“I want you, Jaeden,” she replied to my earlier question.

“Do you feel the drugs?” I asked, curiosity sneaking in. She shakes her head, and I grin. “No?”

“No,” she answered with the hottest voice I’d ever heard from a woman. “I don’t think it’s working anymore.”

My heart hammered in my chest, knowing if she put a stop to this now, it would just about kill me. I stood, still clad in jeans. They fit loosely over my hips and my cock is probably the only thing holding them on. I waited for her to demand to be released, but she just watched me. As if she was deciding our fate.

“Do you want me to let you go?” I asked, even though doing so would leave me in agony.

“No,” she said with a shy smile that spread across her lips.

“Jesus, woman,” I groaned, and had to actually force myself to remain on my feet instead of falling to my knees with relief. “You’re sure? I won’t be able to stop once we’ve started, Emma. If you don’t want this, tell me now.”

“I already told you. I want you, Jaeden, only you.”





*~*Emma*~*





I wanted him, and he’d seen it in my eyes. The expression he’d just made had created a need so dark and tempting inside my mind that I wasn’t leaving this room with my V-card intact. “Addy,” I whispered through the dryness of my lips.

“I gave the order moment she got here that she wasn’t to be bitten, or turned. I can’t keep them from fucking her, though.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” I asked.

“Because I wanted you, and Astrid was here, willing. She is always willing. The moment I watched you with Raphael, I knew it wasn’t her I wanted. It was you. The entire time she danced, I was imagining you. Just like this,” he smiled as the words came out filled with lust.

“I’m not going to untie you,” he said with darkness in his eyes that both thrilled and scared me. His pants hung loosely on his hips, but the bulge was there. He wanted full submission, and I’d decided to give it to him this once.

“You don’t have to, but Jaeden. I am scared,” I admitted.

“I know,” he said as he leaned against the bedpost and smiled heatedly, “but what better way to make you perfect for me than to teach you from your first orgasm how to fuck me right? I’m going to give you pain tonight, Emma. It will be mixed with pleasure, and when you are wet enough to take me, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. At that point, I’m going to keep fucking you until you beg me to stop. The only question in my mind is if you will be able to handle it?”

I swallowed, fear rising in my chest. “Um, I have no idea if I can handle it.”

He smiled and approached the bed with his belt held in both hands. “I’m going to end up taking you hard. I like to fuck, a lot, and I like the person I fuck to know I’ve been inside of them for days afterwards. If it gets too painful, or it’s too much for you to handle, tell me and I’ll try to slow down.” His voice was just a rough rumble.



“Try?”

“Yeah, try. Emma, I’m very old, and in my day we fucked to claim. We fucked to please our women and keep them sated for weeks after we’d gone to sea. My point is I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. I’m going to make damn sure you know it was me who fucked you. Understand?”





Chapter 22





My heart accelerated. My pussy was soaking wet, and the moment he removed his pants, I wanted to scream, stop! I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying it. He placed the belt beside the bed, and pulled my ankles to him.

“I’ve imagined what this would be like a million times, sweet girl. The noises you’d make for me, and the sweet taste of your flesh,” his mouth lowered to kiss one ankle and then the other one. “The way you’d scream as I pumped my cock into your tight sheath,” his fingers slid further up until they held my thighs and pushed them apart. My hands strained to touch him, but he locked his eyes with mine and all thoughts of anything other than where his lips would go next evaporated from my mind. He kissed my inner thighs, trailing his tongue in an erotic pattern of swirls and kisses. “I’m going to fucking destroy you, Emma, until you want no other man. You’ll be begging me for more, demanding I fuck your tight pussy because you want no other but me between your legs,” he growled huskily.