by Riley Storm
Olivia sat up straight, back against the chair. She was pouting, he realized. Pouting that she wasn’t allowed to give him a blowjob. That was also weird.
He pushed aside the thought that he’d just turned down road head and focused on the issue at hand. Now was not the time for that—they had bigger issues to fry.
And he was the only one who could do so. His head needed to be in the game.
Not in her mouth.
Chapter 32
The car hadn’t even finished hissing and chugging as he killed the engine before Olivia was throwing herself at him once more.
“Can you really not wait?” he asked, recognizing the irony of the situation.
Since when does a male turn down sex twice in a row?
But as sexy as he found Olivia, especially when she wanted him this badly, he knew that they needed to stay focused.
“I just need you,” she said. “Badly. Please. Back there…”
Aaric cursed himself as he heard the fearful note to her voice. She was scared and trying to ground herself in reality. To reassure herself that she was, in fact, alive.
“A quickie,” he said, giving her a wink, hauling her up into his arms.
“That’s good enough for me,” she moaned, melting into his arms, her lips latching onto his neck, sucking and biting, doing the same to his earlobe.
Shivers ran down his spine. Gods, he felt so wanted, so needed, by this woman. Her lust, her desire for him, was intoxicating, and he felt his body responding.
They took the elevator up, managing to refrain from stripping down right then and there, as they had before. Aaric smiled at that memory, knowing it was one he would remember for the rest of his life.
His door closed behind them and Olivia wormed her way out of his arms, clothing following not far behind.
“Come on,” she all but gushed, her top and bra flying across the room.
“Here, let me,” he rumbled, heading for the boots he’d found for her, which she would need to remove before her pants.
“It’s okay,” she said hurriedly, waving him away. “I’ve got it. You take your clothes off. Let me see that hard cock of yours.”
Aaric hesitated, then shrugged. If she needed the dick, she was going to get the dick. This was more carnal lust that she was after. Primal instincts rising to the top. Even just imagining bending her over his furniture, he grew hard, wondering what would break first tonight, Olivia, or his couch. She was going to get it as rough and raw as she could handle, he decided, his arousal spiking.
He ripped off the remains of his pants and boots, the destroyed material simply parting along seams as he grabbed a handful and pulled with his full strength.
Same with the shirt, and then he was naked. “Get over here,” he ordered, pointing at the ground in front of him.
Olivia came over to stand in front of him, arms slightly behind her back, looking up demurely through her eyelashes. She was naked, her large breasts swaying from the motion, drawing his attention to them immediately.
Her mouth hung open slightly and her nipples were erect. She waited patiently, breathing heavily. She was ready, he judged.
Leaning in, he grabbed her chin just a little roughly and lifted it, holding it there so he could move in and kiss her. She stood frozen, awaiting his commands, a statue, his to control. Aaric’s blood flowed faster, heating his body. He could scent her now. Aaric opened his nose wide, drinking it in deep.
She melted forward, her arms coming out from around her back and—
Aaric’s left hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and holding it firm. He reared backward, hissing in surprise.
“What the fuck?!” he roared at the six-inch blade held in her grip. “You’re trying to kill me!”
Olivia went silent but he felt her arm struggling against his grip. She would never break free, not unless he let her go.
But she moved swiftly, using his astonishment against him. The hand opened and the blade fell free, dropping into the clutches of her other hand. He recovered just in time to jump back and out of her reach. Then he grabbed her other hand and disarmed her.
The blade dropped to the ground and he eyed it, noting the silver metal with black substance carved into its tang. Radiation. He’d scented it when he’d tried to take a deeper smell of Olivia.
It was only that sheer, blind luck, that had saved him.
“What are you doing?” he wanted to know.
But Olivia just kept struggling, going after the blade, single-mindedly. Not speaking. Not making sounds of any kinds.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he snapped as the pieces all came into picture, her actions aligning completely with those of several other people he’d encountered lately.
“He was waiting for us,” Aaric said, tossing Olivia over his shoulder. Her tiny fists beat against his back, and she tried ceaselessly to wiggle free, but it was pointless. His strength was too great and Aaric kept her pinned as he walked through the Keep into the lower levels, making sure to press a particular button as he descended into one area.
“The sonofabitch was waiting. For me. For you. This whole thing was probably engineered. He wanted to get close to me via you. Hoping you could kill me for him.”
Two things popped into his mind as he gently dropped Olivia into a cell and stepped out, slamming the door closed a second before she lunged at him, the only sound her breathing.
Francis appeared a few seconds later. He followed Aaric’s gaze back into the cell, then averted his eyes quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look.”
Aaric blinked. “Oh, right. Yes. I should fetch her some clothes. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
His own nudity didn’t bother him. Like all shifters, dragons were used to it. Clothing didn’t usually survive a dragon using their powers or shifting into their other form. Naked people were a common sight at Drakon Keep.
At least, they were, back when I wasn’t the only one awake.
“What, may I ask, is going on? Is this some sort of lovers’ quarrel? I sure hope you didn’t put her in there just because she refused your advances,” Francis admonished.
“The fucker was waiting for us. He expected us to show up. Then he suckered us in deep and waited until I sent Olivia back. Then he grabbed her and did his mind-magic voodoo on her. She tried to kill me with a uranium-infused blade,” he explained. “The radiation from that would have either killed me, or hurt me badly, depending on where she stuck it.”
“I see. The ol’ one-two, you stick me, I stick you,” Francis said.
Aaric sputtered. “How can you joke at a time like this?” he asked angrily.
“Because it’s better than getting all poopy pants about it,” the steward said. “It’s done, and admit it, that was funny.”
“Maybe,” he admitted, staring at Olivia as she watched him, waiting for him to come closer to the cell.
Francis was staring at him. He could see it in his peripherals. “She isn’t just a distraction to you, is she?” he said softly.
“What do you mean?” Aaric wanted to know, turning to face the steward.
“Think about it,” was all the response he got. “In the meantime, you know what you have to do.”
“Kill the vamp,” he snarled.
“Kill the vamp,” Francis agreed.
Aaric watched Olivia for several moments longer, then turned, storming from the dungeon, hating that he was forced to lock Olivia in a cage like a rat. She deserved better than this. She deserved the world. Anything he could give her.
The vampire would pay.
Chapter 33
Olivia blinked.
“Aaric!”
The huge dragon shifter paused just before leaving the cell. “Olivia?”
“What are you doing?” she wanted to know, pressing up against the cell. The cool metal against her bare skin snapped her gaze down. “Why am I naked?”
Aaric turned back around, gesturing at someone unseen. Francis, she figured, though that was only becau
se she hadn’t yet met anyone else.
“You know why you’re in there,” Aaric said carefully, stepping closer to the cell.
“The hell I do!” she said, not bothering to hide her nudity. This was Aaric after all. He’d seen her in all manner of exposure. He knew her body intimately.
Not intimately enough.
“Come in here,” she heard herself purr. “Please. I want you.”
Aaric’s forehead furrowed in confusion. “You can’t be serious. Can you?”
She felt her body stir, arousal slowly spreading throughout, preparing her for what was to come next. For him. “Very serious,” she breathed heavily.
“No, literally. You aren’t serious,” Aaric informed her.
“I’m extremely serious. I want you to fuck me, Aaric. Right here. Right now. Bend me over the bench back there. Push me up against the wall. Take me however you want. I’m yours,” she moaned, one hand pushing down her body, between her legs, to feel the wetness there.
Aaric laughed.
Olivia looked around wildly, wondering what he was laughing about. It was only belatedly, as if her mind was in a fog, that she realized it was her. He was laughing at her.
“You don’t want me anymore?” she asked, feeling crushed. “Am I not attractive enough for you?”
“You’re plenty attractive,” Aaric said, coming closer to the cell, but staying just out of her arm’s reach. “That isn’t the problem. Unless you consider my attraction to you being too strong, in which case it is a problem. But no, I find you very attractive. It’s not easy to resist you right now.”
“You can have me any way you want,” she whispered. “You can have any part of me. You can have here,” she said, running a finger over her lips. “Or here…” her hand moved vigorously between her legs.
Aaric frowned.
“Or maybe it’s here you want me,” she said, turning around, pushing her ass up against the bars. “That’s it, isn’t it. You naughty boy. Well come on. You can have it. Fuck me through the bars. Right now. Please, Aaric, stick it in my ass.”
“You have no idea what’s going on right now, do you?” Aaric asked, his voice tight.
Turning back to face him, Olivia noticed his voice wasn’t the only tight thing as his pants stretched over the bulge in his groin. She desperately wanted what was under there. Wanted it inside her. Anywhere. She just needed it.
“What do you mean?” she wanted to know, hands still wandering her body of their own accord. “I know you aren’t fucking me. I want you to. Like in the elevator. Make me yours.”
“Not going to happen,” Aaric said, closing his eyes momentarily, shoulders rising and falling with an extra deep breath.
“I can tell you want to.”
“Of course, I want to,” he growled. “But you’re under the spell of that damn vampire. The last time we tried to have sex, you almost stabbed me with a knife. But I bet you don’t remember that, do you?”
Olivia jerked away from the bars in horror. “I would never do that Aaric! Never. I just want you.”
He rolled his eyes. “If you were in your right mind, you would be far more concerned with why the hell you’re naked in a jail cell. Instead, all you can think of is my cock. Flattering as that is, it’s also obviously wrong, Olivia. But your mind can’t process that, because it’s been messed with.”
She shook her head, feeling cold again. “I didn’t try to kill you.”
“Except you did,” Aaric insisted. “With this.”
He pulled out a blade, holding it very carefully.
“That’s mine!” Olivia shouted, reaching through the bars for it. “Give it back! Why do you have that?”
Aaric sighed. “You just said you didn’t try to kill me. Now you want me to give you the weapon you were going to use on me? How does that make any sense, Olivia? Think,” he growled, his voice filling the prison area, reverberating off the stone walls.
She frowned. Think about what? That was her knife. Why did he have her knife?
“You tried to kill me.”
But she needed her knife back.
“With this knife.”
Her knife. Why did he have her knife? She shook her head, hands clapping against her ears. No. No, no, no. It didn’t make sense. What was going on?
“You tried to kill me!” Aaric roared.
“I tried to kill you,” she whispered. “With my knife.”
“It’s not your knife,” Aaric said, his voice lowered once more. “Someone gave it to you. Someone is using you, Olivia. You need to fight it. Fight what’s in your mind. Recognize that this isn’t you. Push him out!”
She hissed. He was right. Her brain wasn’t responding. Wasn’t working right. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
“Do you remember being in the basement of the factory?” Aaric demanded.
“Yes,” she said. “You said to run. The Thralls were coming.” It hurt to remember, but Olivia didn’t shy away from the pain. Not this time. She focused, thinking hard. “The stairs. I had to go up the stairs.”
“Yes,” Aaric encouraged. “You had to get to the top. Do you remember that?”
Memories of sore legs and tired lungs came to mind. “Yes. I do. I remember. I paced myself, because that’s a lot of stairs. I got up. Then…”
Her mind resisted.
“What happened next Olivia?” Aaric said, stepping closer. “Think.”
“I…” Pain stabbed at her mind.
“Do you remember exiting the factory? Walking through the halls to get outside?”
Olivia frowned, searching her memory. The top of the stairs. She could remember that. It was there. But…
“How did I get outside?” she moaned, slumping down against the wall. “Aaric. How did I get outside? What’s happening to me?”
“Fight it. You can do it,” Aaric urged. “Use your mind. You have to fight it.”
She curled up into a ball, eyes closed as she battered against the mental block. It fought back. Seeking to soothe her, reaching out, calming her nerves. Slowing her breathing.
It’s all right, her brain assured her. It’s okay now.
“Aaric,” she said, opening her eyes, looking up at him.
“Yes, Olivia?” he said, his smile hopeful.
That was good. That would mean that he would give her what she wanted.
“Can I have my knife back?”
Chapter 34
“Dammit,” he muttered, backing away from the cell.
Aaric had truly hoped it was going to work, that Olivia was going to be able to break the mental lock herself. He couldn’t recall if it had ever happened before or not. The ancient histories were just that, ancient. He was going to have to do some research about vampires, Thralls, and see what he could dig up.
It wasn’t as if anyone had expected to ever fight a vampire again, so why should he know? Still, he felt woefully unprepared, and now Olivia was paying the price.
“But I want my knife!” she pleaded from within the cage, getting to her knees now. “Come here. Let me suck your dick.”
The vampire had clearly not realized Olivia was more to him than just a booty call. Because that seemed to be all he’d prepared her as, a sex robot who wanted to fuck him, and then try to kill him during the act. It wasn’t very creative, but Aaric had to admit, it was also a solid ploy. It had almost worked, after all. Only his desire to drink her scent deep had warned him the attack was coming.
“Don’t worry,” he said, tossing the knife out through the doorway. Maybe if it was out of sight, she’d forget about it. “I’m going to fix this, Olivia.”
“You are? You’re going to fuck me?” she asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes, trying to be sultry.
The bars of the prison cell kind of ruined that for him, though.
“Once you’re fixed, and this is all over, you bet I’m going to fuck you,” he said, flashing her a smile. “In whatever way your proper mind wants me to.”
Oliv
ia frowned. “I don’t know what that means, but I like knowing you’re going to fuck me. I want that.”
“I know,” he said, exasperation rising. She was like a broken record, and it was starting to grate on his nerves. “Once you’re better,” he said.
She looked up at him from the ground. “I’m not well?”
“No,” he said, crouching down again, feeling bad about putting her in the cell. “You’re not. You’re sick, Olivia.”
“I don’t feel sick.”
“I know,” he said sadly. “I know you don’t. But you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to make you better. I’m going to fix you. I swear it.”
Aaric would stop at nothing, he vowed to himself. Absolutely nothing would get in his way until he tracked down the vampire. Killing him would release Olivia. Would free his Olivia.
My Olivia?
He sat back heavily, watching the woman in the cell. She might be Olivia, but the sexpot crawling on her knees back and forth, thrashing her hair about and presenting her rear to him certainly wasn’t his Olivia.
It startled him to realize he had come to think of her as his, in that slightly possessive sense. Aaric no longer wanted to think about anyone else. His mind was firmly wrapped up within Olivia and everything about her.
She intrigued him. Razor sharp, with a wit and mind that could keep up with his. Intelligent, funny, driven, compassionate—when she thought nobody was looking—and also an absolute stunner. Olivia was—he realized, feeling like he’d come to this conclusion belatedly—perfect.
Not just perfect for anyone. Perfect for him.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, staring into her eyes, the blue hidden in the dimness of the prison cell, though he knew it was there.
“What is it Aaric? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”
He rolled his eyes. The submissive act was fun when it was an act. When they were being playful with one another, in the privacy of their own bedroom. Right now, it was just starting to irritate him.
Would using a gag be acceptable, I wonder?
“Aaric?”
“No, Olivia,” he said, standing up, walking down the row of cells to get what he needed. “You did nothing wrong. It’s me who did something wrong.”
