by Franca Storm
“You’re not ready to know, Alana,” he growls, glowering down at me. “Back. The. Fuck. Down.”
“No,” I say, meeting his intense gaze. “You owe me, Damon.”
“Owe you?”
“Yeah.”
He scoffs. “The way I see it, we’re even. You spared my life by refusing to take the contract. Then I saved yours last night. Sorry, baby.”
“That’s not what I mean. You pushed me to…got inside my head…made me…”
His expression softens. “Made you what?”
I look away, but he grips my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his.
“Say it.”
“Love you,” I snap harshly.
“You love me?”
“I just told you—”
“I want to hear it again. Say it!”
I shake my head.
“Say it, Alana!” he pushes, still holding my jaw tightly. I know I could kick his ass, even in my weakened state, but I don’t want to. For the first time, I realize I actually kind of like it; him pushing me like this, exerting control. It’s oddly liberating.
I find myself grinning up at him. “I. Love. You.”
He releases my jaw and then his arms are around me, lifting me up. “I fucking love you,” he says as he carries me through the living room.
“Where are we going?” I ask, laughing.
“My bedroom. I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Just the way I know you’ve been craving it for so long.”
He kicks open the door and pushes through. He drops me onto the bed gently. As he starts stripping off his clothes, he tells me, “I’m gonna be a little gentler with you, because you’re wounded. Just this one time.” Naked in a flash, he pounces on the bed. “Just a little though.”
He crawls up my body and licks the side of my neck, sending a delicious shiver through me. “I just need to hear it first, Alana.”
I meet his fiery gaze and I understand immediately what he wants. I hesitate. “Damon.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Alana,” he presses.
“Fuck me, Damon,” I breathe.
He smiles victoriously. “Good girl. Get ready. I’m gonna have you saying a lot of things you’ve never said, before I’m through with you.”
He leans over the bedside table, opens the top drawer and pulls out a condom along with a set of fur-lined handcuffs.
“No,” I say immediately as panic shoots through me. I move to get off the bed, but he straddles me quickly, his weight bearing down on me.
He holds the cuffs out in front of me. “Feel them.”
I reach out a trembling hand and touch them. They’re so flimsy. Easily breakable.
“See? It’s okay,” he tells me gently.
“Then why use them at all?”
“Because, I know you want me to take control, but a big part of you is afraid. This way you get to make the choice. You can yield to me or you can break the cuffs and stop me. Your call, baby.”
“You’re okay with that?” I ask surprised, assuming he wasn’t willing to compromise on this issue between us.
“We’re experimenting right now. I know that it’s gonna take time until you’re ready to submit to me completely. So, we’ll see how it goes with these for now.”
I nod. “Okay.”
I reach for my night dress to take it off, but he stops me. “Uh uh. Only I get to undress you.”
I grin up at him.
“Hands out to your sides,” he commands.
“Not above my head?”
“With that chest wound, it’ll hurt you.”
The look in his eyes has me responding immediately to his will and I move my hands out to my sides. He secures the cuffs quickly, binding them to the bed frame. I watch him rip open the condom packet and sheath himself with one hand.
“Impressive.”
He smiles briefly and then his expression becomes serious. “Shh. No talking. Unless it’s along the lines of: Yes, Damon! More. Harder. Fuck me!”
Before I can respond his lips crash against mine, taking me in a hard, insistent kiss that’s so intense I can barely breathe. I open my mouth, allowing him access and our tongues duel fiercely. I moan into his mouth as, with one kiss, he sets my entire body on fire. I feel heat pooling between my legs. Oh God. He pulls away suddenly, leaving me panting and needy.
He pulls the straps of my dress down until my breasts are exposed. His tongue trails down my neck slowly, to my collarbone, the tops of my breasts. I writhe against him and he bunches my dress up to my waist and then slaps my pussy lightly.
“Keep still.”
I move again just to piss him off and he slaps my pussy again, but a lot harder this time. I yelp. Fuck, that’s hot.
“You sure you want to test me?” he growls.
I shake my head.
His teeth graze my left nipple and I cry out in surprise. He alternates between his teeth and his tongue as his hands knead my sensitive flesh with the perfect amount of pressure—not too gently and not too rough. He knows just how to touch me. By the time he moves to the other one, I’m panting with desperation. I can’t take it. I pull at my restraints and arch my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth.
“Oh God, Damon! Please. I need you now! Fuck me,” I hear myself beg like a whore. But I don’t give a crap in this moment. All I can think about is his monstrous cock filling me.
He smiles up at me. “Took you long enough to beg me.”
“You were waiting for me to beg?”
He smirks victoriously. “You’re good at it, baby. Keep it up and I just might give you what you want.”
God, he played me! Damn him! I want to defy him just for that, but I can’t. My body is on fire. I need him. “Fuck me!” I scream. “Please, Damon!”
He chuckles. “Spread your legs for me.”
I comply instantly.
He teases my entrance with the head of his cock, coating himself in my arousal and rubbing it all over my pussy, exerting painful pressure on my clit. He smiles slyly and looks up at me expectantly.
I know what he wants and I give it to him immediately. “I want to feel your cock inside me, filling me, fucking me hard.”
He thrusts inside me, burying himself in me right to the hilt. I cry out as he stretches me to the limit. Christ, he’s so fucking big. He pulls almost all the way out and then thrusts back in again. I scream in pleasure.
“Fuck, Damon! Yes! More! Please!”
At the sounds of my screams, he starts to move, to really move. His thrusts are brutal and merciless.
He pounds into me with a strength that I’ve never felt from any man before.
He leans over me and takes me in an earth-shattering kiss as he continues to give me the best fucking of my life. He doesn’t even need to touch my clit before I come apart around him, cursing and bellowing out his name as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced crashes over me.
“Christ, Alana! The way you grip me so damn tightly…” he pants through gritted teeth.
He finds his own release and I feel the throb of his cock as he empties himself inside me.
He releases me from the cuffs and collapses onto the bed beside me. “Jesus,” he breathes.
“I know,” I choke out. “I’ve never been fucked like that before.”
“Too rough for you?” he teases.
“Perfect.”
“Oh, baby. You love me dominating you. You love begging me to fuck you. It gets you off.”
I roll my eyes. “Maybe.”
“I can work with that ‘maybe’.”
11
~Damon~
I smile down at Alana sleeping soundly, nestled against my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her. I have no idea how long I’ve been awake watching her sleep. She’s so peaceful when she’s sleeping. So innocent. So sweet. Until she opens that smart mouth of hers, I muse to myself.
Last night was a fucking revelation for both of us. She gave me control. She let me dominate her in a way that was jus
t outside of her comfort zone. And for the first time ever during sex, I held back. For her. I reined in my dominant side more than she realizes. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. But it was worth it to earn her trust. That was worth everything.
And she’d finally admitted how she felt about me. I couldn’t believe it when she’d actually uttered those three words to me. I honestly never thought I’d hear them, no matter how hard I pushed. But she had. The significance of her doing so wasn’t lost on me either.
Last night she’d let me in completely. No holds barred. No holding back at all. She gave me everything. It was more than I could have hoped for from her.
I feel my chest tighten as I wonder if it will last, given what lies ahead. Given what she doesn’t yet know about me. Will she turn away when she knows the truth? Will she hate me? The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
I pull the covers up to her chin and rub her back through them. I lean in to kiss her, but I stop at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open.
Before I can even think about reaching for a weapon, the intruder walks in.
“Fucking hell,” I gasp in utter disbelief.
“Damon,” he says. He scrutinizes the scene he’s just walked in on and I tense immediately under his hard gaze.
“You have the same impeccable timing as ever,” I complain. “Give me a moment, will you? I’ll be right out, Sam.”
But he doesn’t move. His gaze moves to Alana and I instinctively pull the blankets up higher to hide her from his gaze. Shit, I need to get him out of here now.
“Please tell me that isn’t my daughter in bed with you,” he growls.
Too late. I hesitate. How am I supposed to respond to that? Fucking hell.
Before I can do anything, Alana sits up suddenly, clutching the blankets to her chest. Her tired eyes take in the sight of the man standing in the doorway.
“Dad?” she gasps.
Her gaze snaps to mine, her eyes flashing with accusation and threatening to bore a hole right through me.
“Alana, I can explain.”
“Then explain,” she orders. “Right the hell now, Damon.”
Next in the series…
BATTLE BORN
Bleeding Love Series
ALL OR NOTHING
BATTLE BORN
LOVE’S LIES
DARK HEARTS
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FATED DESIRE. The Twisted Destiny Saga (Book One)
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Fated Desire
Desire reigns…
Hard-as-nails Alpha wolf, Ryan Winters, has long given up on ever being with his true mate.
Until the night she strolls right on into his bar.
Shockingly, she knows nothing of his world, the innocent little thing clueless about the pull between them. His animal need to take her, amid the burgeoning desire threatening to overwhelm them is put on the back-burner as he's forced to gently acclimate her into his world.
And that's not the only thing standing in his way of finally claiming what's his.
With external forces coming for her and his own brother trying to keep them apart, it becomes clear that neither of them can hide from who they truly are any longer.
CHAPTER 1
Cora Black breathed a sigh of relief as she left the hospital.
After five long hours of waiting in the Emergency Room, she’d finally managed to receive treatment for her brutal migraine attack. She could feel the painkillers kicking in as she made her way down the street. If only they actually killed the pain completely. She was beyond that now, though. Any relief was a frigging miracle. They were getting worse every time. The hospital was only a few blocks from her apartment, and she’d had to pull her Harley over on the side of the road three times, because the piercing pain had been so intense.
My God.
Sweating profusely from the ordeal, she unzipped her motorcycle jacket to get some relief. She shook out her damp hair and wiped the beads of perspiration from her brow with the back of her hand. Shaking out her white tank top, she relished the fan-like effect on her overheated skin. Her leather pants weren’t really helping the situation. Nor were her biker boots that stretched all the way up her calves.
As she reached the alley where she’d parked her bike, a familiar sensation coursed through her.
A rush of energy. Dark energy.
Her early detection system.
It was an instinctual gift she’d possessed for as long as she could remember.
It’d proved vital in her former line of work. Life-and-death vital.
She tensed, her body automatically readying for the potential fight that lay ahead. “Dammit,” she murmured under her breath. An altercation of any kind was the last thing she needed right now. Not to mention, it’d been five long years since she’d actually engaged anyone in battle.
So much for turning my back on it all.
A rapid-fire scan of the area had her zoning in on the source of the dark energy within a matter of seconds.
A man stood leaning against her bike. She narrowed her eyes at his audacity. What the hell was he playing at? His arrogance clearly knew no bounds, because he looked up and smirked at her as she reached him.
“Who are you?”
He adjusted the collar of his three-quarter-length leather coat and sat forward, resting his hands on his black slacks. Instead of answering her, he merely flashed her a smile. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes running all over her body, taking her in. He brushed his shoulder-length, jet-black hair out of his eyes and just continued to regard her silently.
“Look, how about you walk away now, huh? No harm, no foul? I’ll give you a free pass.”
He snickered.
“I’m a lot stronger than I look,” she warned.
“I am well aware,” he finally spoke. Amusement danced in his eyes.
“Is that so?”
“I know more about you than you do. For one, I know you’re more than a Seeker. Your demon-hunting profession is just the tip of the iceberg.”
What. The. Hell?
Cora’s mother had started the movement. It had begun as a small band of vigilantes whose mission was to protect the human populace in their given town or city from supernatural attacks. It’d spread quickly. Those who her mother had trained had gone on to train others and it’d evolved into a worldwide movement that’d continued beyond her mother’s death several years ago. Cora had followed in her mother’s footsteps as a teenager. But, upon her death, she’d walked away. She’d had little choice, as her health issues had her incapacitated too much of the time.
“What do you want, vampire?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You know what I am. It seems you haven’t turned your back on the supernatural world entirely then. You’re still using your gift for sensing supernatural energy.”
“How do you know about that?” Seekers were human, through and through. Her gift was solely her thing. She didn’t know where it came from.
Once again, he avoided answering her question. Instead, he told her, “Your life here is mundane.” His eyes flashed. “Human.”
“Well that works
out well, because I am human.”
He shook his head with disbelief. “The manipulation they’ve inflicted upon you is truly astounding.”
“What?” Cora snapped, becoming more than a little agitated with all his cryptic crap.
He shot out his arm with lightning speed, his hand clamping down tightly around her wrist. The suddenness of it had her gasping aloud.
An intense rush of something akin to static electricity shot through her arm, making her entire body reverberate. Rapid-fire flashes of images, places, and people she couldn’t place inundated her. An old man dressed in shimmering robes. A silver palace. Explosions of white light, blasts of different shades of magic.
She jumped back, wrenching her arm from the vampire’s grip.
“Oh my God.”
She fought to catch her breath and reconcile what the hell it was that she’d just seen.
She looked at the vampire, failing to hide her utter astonishment. “What the hell did you just do to me?”
“I awakened you.”
“You did what?”
“I tapped into your power and brought it forth. It’s been dormant for a very long time. A safeguard to protect you from the dangers of this world.”
“My power?”
He sauntered closer. “Yes, you possess great power, far beyond your ability to sense supernatural creatures.”
“You’re crazy.” She brushed past him, heading for her bike, but he stood in her path before she could blink. Damned vamp speed.
“You know I am speaking the truth. You can feel it. Open your mind.”
“No.” She ran to her bike and yelled over her shoulder, “Stay away from me.”
“Impossible.”
A sudden rush of cold air hit her. The next thing she knew, she was pinned up against a brick wall, several feet away from her bike, his hands gripping her arms tightly, holding her still.
She stared up at him. His eyes were glowing a fiery red. She’d never seen anything like it in any vampire before during her Seeker days. When a vampire changed and let the demon rise within, their pupils dilated, and their eyes became deep pools of black. A red glow did not come into it.
