“Tie me up, Antoine.”
CHAPTER 11
Antoine was one hundred and ten percent certain that this was a very bad idea. Very very bad. Unfortunately, the raging hard-on in his boxers was telling him that he was in the mood for something very very bad and what Sera proposed perfectly fit the bill. He couldn’t think about her chained up and at his mercy without his cock twitching and aching.
The blood in her veins whispered that she wasn’t lying about anything. She wanted this just as much as he did and she wasn’t afraid, not even having experienced the rage of his bloodlust firsthand. She was stronger than he had given her credit for and he was the first to admit that it pleased him. Perhaps she could handle him and everything that entailed.
Still, he wasn’t one to tempt fate so he rose from the bed, crossed the room to his chest of drawers and filled a glass with blood. He necked it and closed his eyes as it slid down his throat, replenishing some of what he had lost.
Just the memory of her mouth on his throat, his blood flowing into her, and the hungry sucking noises interspersed with muffled groans of pleasure had his erection straining against the black boxers. He wanted to sink his fangs into her as he drove his cock into her warmth, losing himself completely to his desire for this woman.
He had heard Javier and Callum as they passed his door this morning before he had fallen asleep. They had mentioned Sera and that he hadn’t left his room since her arrival. The staff and performers would be talking about it too. He had missed a performance to be with her.
He had never missed a performance.
What was she doing to him?
There was a time when he would have killed anyone who tried to draw his blood, even those who had been close to him. He would have killed Anya. He had lived with her for a century and never once had he allowed her to taste him. Sera had taken his blood twice now, once when healing him and just now when she had bitten him.
Bitten him.
Devil, he shouldn’t want to risk awakening his bloodlust but he wanted to do it again. The sharp sting of her fangs sinking into him and the rough pulls she had made on his blood had been ecstasy.
“Are you going to tie me up, Antoine?”
So husked his temptress. His wicked vixen.
She sat on the end of his bed, looking innocent even though she was nude, her blonde hair curling gracefully around her slender creamy shoulders and those mesmerising forest green eyes fixed on him in a challenge.
He never had been one to back down from a challenge.
Antoine smiled and crossed the room, holding her gaze all the while, letting her see that she was going to get her wish. He would do all in his power to control himself and not let his desire to bite her get the better of him. The blood he had just ingested would tide him over and keep the worst of his hunger at bay.
He picked up the discarded restraints and placed two next to her on the bed. The other two he held in one hand as he mounted the mattress. Sera’s gaze followed him. He grabbed her wrist and effortlessly pulled her up the bed, so her head hit the crimson pillows, and then set about fastening the restraints around the bedposts. He looped the chain around the carved black post, fastened the cuff at one end over it and snapped it shut. The cuffs themselves weren’t large enough to close around the post so it was the only way of securing them to his bed. It cut the chain short and he thanked fate for gifting him a small reprieve. At least with her legs free, Sera could kick him if he took things too far and crossed a line. He set the chain of the second restraint into the cuff of the one around the post and closed it, locking it tight. With the two sets joined, they reached where Sera lay and wouldn’t pull too hard on her arms, giving her some room to move. He did the same with the remaining two cuffs, daisy-chaining them together.
“What about my feet?” Sera frowned at the restraints.
“It is probably best they are left free.” Antoine could see she was going to protest and tell him to get another two sets off his brother so he killed it dead before it left her lips. “I might want to flip you on your front.”
Her cheeks coloured deeply. Beautiful.
He wanted to lick them and feel their heat whenever they did that. The sight of them made him want to say more wicked things so the blush spread and covered the whole of her body.
Sera stilled when he picked up the first cuff and placed it around her slender wrist. They were designed to fit Snow’s thicker wrists tightly so there was a gap around hers. If she tried hard enough, she would be able to slip her hand through the cuff and escape. That gave him peace of mind. He snapped the second one shut around her other wrist and then sat back.
Devil, she looked so good all chained to his bed and helpless. Forget saying wicked things, he wanted to do bad things to her.