by J. S. Scott
His hungry gaze landed between her thighs, feeling her arousal, scenting her need. He stripped her pussy bare with his magic, eliminating the short curls, grunting as he saw her bare flesh glistening with moisture, proof of her desire.
If previously he had had a small amount of rational thought, it deserted him at that moment, leaving him with nothing but tortured need that had to be sated before his temporary insanity became permanent.
*****
Hannah’s gut clenched as she looked at Daric’s face, his expression so feral that her heart kicked into overdrive, wondering exactly what he was planning. His thoughts were hard to read, a tangle of conflicted emotions and needs. Much the same as her own.
“You will obey me from now on,” he growled, grasping her arm and pulling her toward the bed.
She went willingly, perplexed as he planted her hands on the wooden post at the corner of the bed, her body bent at the waist.
It wasn’t until she felt the first sting of his hand on her ass that she understood his intentions. He was spanking her, actually punishing her for disobeying him, for putting herself in danger. Yanking to pull away automatically, she found her hands immovable, held to the post by Daric’s magic. As the second smack landed, she moaned, the jolt going straight between her thighs, flooding her pussy. Her whole body submerged with erotic heat as his big fingers delved into her saturated folds from behind, teasing her, before he slapped her ass again.
“Daric, please,” she groaned, her body on fire.
His needs swirled inside her brain, along with her own, swamping her with heat, wanting his domination of her body, needing it.
Hannah writhed with every erotic smack on her ass cheeks, every stroke of his fingers on the sensitive flesh between her legs. Daric alternated, torturing her with her need, while she stayed helplessly in place, his to command.
He kneaded the flesh of her ass, his hands running over the now fiery skin. “Mine,” he uttered mindlessly, his big hands cupping her ass in a gesture of pure possession.
He finally released her, pulling her up to face him. “Undress me,” he demanded.
Hannah shivered at his dominating tone, a voice that would allow no argument. And she didn’t want to argue. She wanted to do whatever he wanted, however he wanted it, her need to please him overwhelming her. Knowing he could make his clothing disappear effortlessly, she recognized his order for what it was…an act of dominance, his need for her to satisfy his pounding desire to control and take.
Dropping to her knees, she wanted nothing more than to liberate that massive cock from his jeans. Her fingers shook as she pulled down the zipper, making her try twice before successfully opening the top button. She tugged down the denim, almost frantic to free the engorged member that was straining against the cotton. Her eyes moved up to Daric’s face, his intense stare drilling into her as their eyes met, submerging her in his raw need, opening her senses to the same desire he was experiencing, elemental and completely, utterly primal.
As she returned her attention to divesting him of his jeans, the material disappeared, Daric obviously having lost patience, leaving his cock large, hot and heavy in front of her face. Licking her lips nervously, the desire to taste him was almost overwhelming.
“Claim my cock with your mouth,” he insisted, threading his hands through her hair to bring her mouth to him.
Daric’s words jolted her into action, the erotic command inundating Hannah with pleasure, leading to the realization that she was taking what was hers, as much as Daric was demanding what belonged to him. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, savoring the salty drop of moisture leaking from the tip.
I’m his mate. I do this to him. Only I can pleasure him this way.
She hummed her satisfaction as her lips consumed him, taking as much of his huge phallus into her mouth as she could handle. Sucking sensually, she bobbed up and down on him, hearing him release a tortured groan as his hands guided her faster, deeper. Every lick, every stroke was vigorous, a rough taking of what was hers to take, hers to pleasure. There wasn’t a speck of the silky cock that she didn’t want to possess, didn’t want to make her own with her tongue and mouth.
Hannah slid her hands along the back of Daric’s rock hard thighs until she reached his tight ass. Her hands kneaded the muscles there, feeling them flex as his hips pistoned in and out of her mouth.
Like a woman possessed, she dug her fingers into his ass, swallowing him deeper, deeper than she could ever imagined that she could take him, his cock bumping the back of her throat.
I need to make him come. Need to taste him.
A hoarse, strangled cry left Daric’s throat as she felt him tense.
Yes. Come. I need to taste you. Now.
His hands fisted in her hair as he threw his head back and groaned. Hannah watched his face as his hot release poured into her mouth, moaning at the taste of him, watching the raw beauty of his release. So powerful. So commanding. So completely hers.
Heart pounding, Hannah realized she was experiencing just a small portion of Daric’s unrelenting possessiveness, and it was consuming her whole. She needed him inside her, claiming her, pounding into her with unbridled strength and brutal ownership.
He was on her immediately, scooping her up and dropping her onto the bed with a savage grunt. “Need to make you come. Make you fucking beg for it.”
Oh God, yes.
She was more than ready to beg, and he hadn’t even touched her. Her body burning hot, she undulated her hips. “Please.”
Kneeling between her thighs, Daric towered above her, emanating a raw strength and power that should have been terrifying to behold. But it wasn’t like that. Daric’s intensity was smoking hot, and Hannah trembled with eager anticipation as her hands flew above her head, held fast by invisible bonds.
“You will come for me now,” he grunted, his sculpted chest heaving.
Shit. I’ll probably explode the moment he touches me.
Hannah’s body was primed and ready, begging for his masterful touch. She moaned as he cupped her breasts roughly, running his thumbs around her sensitive nipples, bringing them to hardened peaks. He pinched them lightly, sending a jolt of electricity straight to the apex of her thighs. Her back arched, her arms pulling against her bonds as his hot mouth took the place of his fingers, biting gently and licking first one breast and then the other. “Please, Daric. Please,” she cried out, her entire body ready to ignite.
“You will tell me what you need.” Daric’s voice was hoarse as his mouth moved lower, his tongue bathing her with heat as it moved down her body, claiming it.
“You. Inside me. Now,” she whimpered, needing his huge, hungry cock inside her, fusing them together, filling the yearning that was ready to consume her.
“No. You will come for me,” he demanded gutturally against the hot skin of her lower abdomen, as his scorching tongue glided farther south over her bare mound.
Oh, God. Hannah wasn’t sure she could live through the torment of Daric mastering her body. She lifted her hips with a strangled, tortured mewl, a sound of complete surrender and desperation as his tongue finally trailed over her wet folds.
“Yes. Yes, please. Now,” she pleaded, his tongue meandering over the sensitive, pink flesh, laving her from bottom to top again and again, teasing her sensitive clit with each pass.
He pushed her legs up and open wide, leaving her completely vulnerable to him, entirely at his mercy. “Mine. So wet and ready for me,” he growled against her pussy as his mouth claimed her completely.
Daric feasted on Hannah with a wild abandon that nearly made her lose her mind. He was like a man possessed, his focus entirely on making her climax. Her body thrashed within the confines of his bindings, the feel of his mouth on her naked clit more sensation than she could handle, the tiny bundle of nerves throbbing with every touch of his tongue.
“Daric. I can’t stand it. I can’t,” she panted wildly as she closed her eyes, hearing every beat of her stu
ttering heart in her ears.
“Come for me.” The deep, reverberating sound vibrated through her core.
She flew apart with an agonized cry. “Daric.”
Molten heat flooded her body as her sheath contracted and released, quaking with the force of her climax.
Panting, her body drenched in sweat, Hannah opened her eyes and watched as Daric crawled up her body with the grace of a large cat stalking its prey.
Her pulse fluttered erratically as she looked at his face when it came level with hers, his eyes as wild as her heartbeat. His need slammed into her body and mind, a jumbled mess of emotions all tied to his urgency to mate.
“Mate with me, Daric. I need you,” she whispered in a breathless voice, her eyes pleading with him. He needed to join them, for his sake and for hers.
Pulses of energy emanated from his massive, sculpted body that was blanketing hers, and his eyes were nearly black with desire. She sighed with relief as her hands came loose and she was able to bring her palm to his tortured face, shivering as her hand met the rough stubble of his whiskers and fiery hot skin.
Daric shifted, bringing himself to his knees, every muscle in his body rippling with tension, catching her hand as he moved and placed it at her side. His fingers slid up her arm sensually, leaving a trail of fire as he moved to her upper arm, tracing his mark. “Mine,” he said possessively, his voice guttural and primitive.
“Yes,” she agreed, her core clenching with need at his caveman tone.
His brows drew together in a pensive, possessive stare as his fingers moved over and over the marking, as though his touch could brand her deeper. Hannah wanted to tell him that he already had her, heart and soul, so deeply that she could never get free.
“You will never be free. You’ll belong to me,” he said aloud, answering her thoughts as he moved his forearm to match their marks.
Before Hannah could form a reply, heat started to unfurl within her, a fire that scorched her from the inside out, making her release a primal groan. She flexed her hips, her groin grinding wildly against his rock hard cock.
Daric uttered the mating pledge in his native language while her body pulsed in response. Her mind might not understand the lyrical words, but her body responded with total comprehension. Head thrashing, she wrapped her legs around Daric’s waist as soon as the words were spoken. “Please. I need you inside me. Now.” Before I die of yearning.
Her breath hitched as she felt the head of his cock against her moist heat, ready to join them.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Now.
Suddenly, Daric was buried to his balls in one powerful thrust, a forceful stroke that made Hannah gasp, her walls stretching to accept his length and girth, the joining causing so much ecstasy that she could barely breathe. Mindless, she urged him to move, digging her heels into his taut ass. Ignoring her silent plea for faster movement, Daric pulled almost entirely out of her, groaning as he buried himself slowly and deeply again, letting her tight channel close around his huge member.
“Tight, hot and wet for me,” he said forcefully, repeating the action again.
“Oh, God. Please fuck me, Daric.” All Hannah wanted was the rough pounding of that mammoth cock inside her.
His hand fisted into her hair at the back of her head, holding her still while his mouth claimed hers, his cock still buried deeply inside her. His tongue pillaged, owning her with urgent sweeps; fast, volatile movements that she desperately needed him to be making with his cock. She whimpered into his mouth, nearly sobbing with the desire for him to move within her, take her with the forceful strokes that he was applying to her mouth with his tongue.
Please, please. I need you.
Daric yanked his mouth from hers. “Fuck!” The curse left his mouth as though he were in pain. “Want you to burn for me like I burn for you. But I can’t take it anymore.”
He pinned her hands over her head and thrust into her hard and fast, just the way Hannah wanted it. “Yes,” she moaned with relief, the friction exquisite. “I already burn, Daric.” So hot I can’t take anymore.
“Need you to feel the way I do. Need me the way I need you,” he snarled as his hips flexed, pounding into her with a force that took her breath away.
“I do.” They were the only words Hannah could choke out as her hips rose to meet the forceful thrusts of his cock, their carnal mating the only thing that would satisfy her lust, her desire for her mate’s big, powerful body to take her over the edge.
Her back arched as what felt like a thousand jolts of electricity battered her body, centering in her core as Daric moved deeper, faster, furiously. Releasing her hands, he grasped her hips, pummeling into her, owning her.
Sensing his urge to taste her, Hannah turned her head, baring the vulnerable curve of her neck. His fangs sunk into her flesh with a carnality that sent her over the edge, her body climaxing violently as Daric drew from her neck in the same fast and furious rhythm that matched the movements of his cock.
“Oh, God. Yes,” she hissed as he pulled deep and fast while he pounded into her channel just as ferociously.
She grasped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she searched for purchase, her body floating as erotic heat coursed through her from Daric’s bite, as endless invisible threads wound around their souls, bonding them together as one.
Hannah sobbed openly as the powerful contractions of her channel milked Daric’s pounding cock and tiny fangs erupted from her gums. As Daric swirled his tongue over the bite in her neck, closing it, Hannah didn’t hesitate, burying her hands into his hair as she bit his neck, sinking her fangs into his flesh with a moan.
“Fuck!” Daric groaned as Hannah ran her hands through his hair, feeding sensually from his neck.
She pulled slowly, taking Daric’s blood into her body, savoring his essence. He was feeling the same incredible binding of their souls, and he growled as he buried himself deeply inside of her with a feral groan, his warm release flooding her womb. His entire body shuddered as she ran her tongue smoothly over the puncture on his neck, sealing it.
He rolled, keeping his cock deeply imbedded inside her as she sprawled on top of his huge, muscular body. Struggling for breath, Hannah didn’t speak as she floated down from her mating high. Daric held her lovingly, possessively, one hand on her lower back and one in her hair.
Still trembling in the aftermath of the most extraordinary experience of her life, she wished she could find the words to express what had just happened, but they escaped her. There wasn’t really anything she could say to explain what had just occurred.
I know. I feel the same.
Hannah smiled as she heard Daric’s baritone in her mind. His confusion and pain were gone, replaced with a profound peace.
“I love you,” she whispered quietly next to his ear, yawning as she rested her head on his shoulder, so tired she couldn’t move.
“Don’t move,” he demanded, covering them both with a sheet and quilt.
“I’ll squash you,” she answered, trying to disengage their tangled bodies, knowing she was ready to fall asleep, her body completely drained.
Daric quirked an arrogant brow at her and yanked her back against him, urging her head back to his shoulder. “I’m King of the Vampire Healers. I do not…get squashed.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Am I going to stay here all day? It could get uncomfortable for you.”
“Yes,” he answered in a husky voice. “And I love you too, Hannah.”
Her heart stuttered and skipped a beat. She already knew he loved her, had known it since he’d rushed into the horde of fallen without a concern for his own pain, intent on ensuring her safety. But hearing it aloud made her heart sing. Releasing another tired breath, she answered, “Okay. Just don’t complain if you hurt when you wake up.” And really, she was so very comfortable and felt so incredibly safe.
“Oh, I’ll ache. But you’ll be exactly where I need you to relieve the pain,” he answered in a wicked, wicked voice. “And I’ll kno
w if you try to get yourself in trouble,” he added, locking his arms around her waist.
Hannah smiled against his shoulder. Honestly, Daric could be such a caveman. “I won’t,” she answered honestly. “Seeing what you’re willing to do to protect me scared me, Daric. I don’t want to put you in danger.”
“Speaking of that, mate, you will call me whenever you need me, for any reason. Don’t ever try to close your thoughts to me again when you need help,” he grumbled. “Or for any other reason.”
“I was trying to protect you. I was afraid you would die. And it didn’t work anyway,” Hannah argued, the horrendous memory of being assaulted by the fallen making her shiver.
“Don’t ever doubt that I can protect you, love. And I will. If anything ever happened to you I’d go insane just like my father. Only it wouldn’t happen slowly. Keep that in mind next time you decide to risk yourself. You risk both of us,” he told her sternly, but one of his hands moved from her waist to her hair, stroking it soothingly, as though trying to chase away the memories of the fallen.
Hannah sighed, thinking it was really too bad that she couldn’t do anything worth him punishing her again. Her ass tingled, and her core clenched just thinking about Daric’s brand of punishment.
“I could always think of some minor infraction,” he suggested in a husky voice, his hand moving down to caress her ass.
“You’d make up something bogus?” she answered, smiling as she felt his cock starting to swell inside her.
“Yes,” he replied immediately.
“Your Majesty, that isn’t very king-like behavior,” she admonished him with a startled laugh.
Daric rolled, trapping her beneath him, his eyes hot with sinful intent. “Never did give a shit about being King,” he rumbled, covering her mouth with his.
Hannah’s body ignited, all thoughts of sleep slipping away as her desire roared to life.
Ah…was there anything better than royalty behaving badly?
Later, much later, Hannah decided that there really wasn’t.
Epilogue
Six Months Later…
Daric tugged on the bow tie of the uncomfortable tuxedo he was wearing with a frown, using his magic to make the tie and top button of the shirt looser and more comfortable. Better. The starch in the shirt still scraped at his neck, but he’d live with it to make Hannah happy. Anything for Hannah.
