by K A Young
He lowers his body over me, resting his weight on his forearms. I trace random lines and shapes over his muscular body.
He's mine...I'm his.
My head is slightly dizzy, the blood pounding in my ears. Locaine is intoxicating, and I know this is dangerous, but I don't care anymore. I feel his warm breath on my neck, his tongue dipping into the soft spot of my collarbone.
I plead with him, "Locaine!" He teases me further, trailing his tongue up to my earlobe and nibbling on it smoothly.
"Little hunter," his voice is husky against my ear, his peppermint scent filling my senses. He seductively whispers, "You were denied pleasure, I want to right that wrong."
I can't wrap my head around what he means, but he slowly slides down my body, caressing my skin tenderly. His delicate touches bring a need deep inside me, fire racing through my body with each passing second.
Locaine hooks his thumbs into the sides of my thong and pulls it down painfully slow, my heart skipping a beat as he does so. He crawls between my legs, observing me.
He takes hold of my hips as he kneels before me, feeling very exposed before him.
"Lo-Locaine, wha...what ar-" My words are caught in my throat as I gasp, moaning loudly at a feeling I've never felt rakes through me. His warm tongue flicks over my clit a few times, before deliberately swirling gently in a circular motion. My heart continues to beat irregularly, my lower back arching with need as I attempt to bring him closer to me.
"Oh, fuck yes!" I cry out as I death grip the sheets on either side of me, trying to control the pleasurable rush coursing through my body. His carnal desires are put on hold as he watches me raggedly breathe, writhing under his touch in ecstasy.
Locaine delves his tongue into my slit, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as I cry out at the sudden intrusion. I dissolve into pleasure as I beg him for more, "Please!" He doesn't hesitate as he darts his tongue into me faster and deeper, my walls enjoying the way his tongue brings a new warmth to me.
"Fuck!" I scream as a fire pools low in my abdomen. A few more skillful licks later and I feel as time begins slowing down, tensing momentarily before I feel an explosion erupt from within me, static trailing over my body as it leaves trails of electricity in its wake.
My breathing is uneven as my body is covered in a light sweat. Locaine lifts himself up, licking his lips hungrily as he purrs, "You taste just as I imagined."
"I-I..." I can't think straight; my body is on edge.
Locaine moves quickly over my body, his hands brushing my skin. My moans arouse him, as I feel his hardening manhood restrained by the fabric of his pants.
"Now, little hunter," he murmurs lightly as his eyes hold longing and thirst, "do you want me to fuck you?"
My body excitedly moves of its own accord, extending toward him at his words. I choke on my own words as I plead...as I beg him, "Yes...please."
He grins evilly at me and slides his hand between my legs, "I want to hear you say it."
I know he is playful, knowing precisely what he wants to hear from me since the day he captured me.
"Please...fuck me, master."
Oh, the glint in his eyes sparks as I feel two of his fingers slip inside of me. My hips thrust to meet his fingers as I moan out his name. It isn't long until he is bringing me to the edge once again. This time, he immediately stops right before the wave of pleasure crashes over me and removes his fingers.
I cry out in disappointment, whimpering at him.
Locaine tsks at me, "No, this time, you will come with me inside you." His dominating personality overshadows me. I enjoy the power he has over me, in fact, I crave it. It just turns me on that much more.
He sits back and unbuckles his jeans, slowly undoing the buttons and pulling the zipper down. I'm still apprehensive and hesitantly glance away, my face burning with embarrassment.
"I think it's cute that you're shy," Locaine is above me once again as I feel his hard member on the inside of my thigh. The sudden feeling makes me snap my head to look up at him. He smiles down at me before kissing me softly, the sweetness in his actions lingering behind.
As Locaine positions himself at my entrance, I can feel the tip against my slick slit as he parts my lower lips to allow him access. I groan loudly as I claw at his back, a few tears escaping my eyes. "Trust me," his breathing is uneven, but he does not move until I attempt to calm down.
I relax under him as he gradually slides inside of me, breathing calmly as to fight off any unwanted memories and replace them with new and loving ones. Once my body fully accepts him, he stills momentarily, allowing me to become accustomed to his girth. He progressively begins to move in and out of me, a slow build.
Little by little, I begin to feel the same fire building within me. Locaine guides my hip with one hand as he rests his weight on his other arm beside my head. "I have never wanted anything more in my life," Locaine gazes into my eyes, observing my continually changing features. I believe. His words are candid, the openness making my heart beat faster for him.
The lust, need, and desire takes over my body as I secure my arms around his neck, crashing my lips against his. His pace quickens into a steady rhythm while I run my tongue along his bottom lip. He groans against me, allowing entry for my tongue to roll over his.
The taste is...different, my juices still lingering and the excitement I receive from this isn't something I ever expected. Or tongues battle, yearning to overpower the other. I feel his fangs, my tongue cautious as we continue our lock on each other. Our kiss breaks as we both moan in pleasure, his groans coming out gruffly as he thrusts his hips faster.
I can't describe what comes over me at this moment, but I bite down...hard...on Locaine's shoulder. He growls back at me in return, thrusting harder and deeper. I gasp and throw my head back against the pillow at the sudden sensation.
My moaning and panting become heavy as I feel Locaine expand inside of me. "Locaine! Please...fuck me!" His pace quickens once more as I clench my walls down on him, thrusting himself deep inside me.
My body shudders with delight as Locaine strokes back and forth a few more times. He pulls out of me, letting himself fall beside of me. Our breathing is heavy as he pulls me against his chest before admitting, "I think I'm falling in love with you, my little hunter."
My heart beats irregularly as I pant, "I...I think. I think I am falling in love w-with you as-as well."
A dangerous union.
Locaine nuzzles his face against my neck as he breathes in deeply. He holds me securely and safely. My head buzzing as he covers us with the blanket, slowly drifting off to sleep in his strong protective arms.
Chapter 19
-Locaine
When night descends, I rise slowly in bed, glancing down at Annika to find her sleeping soundly. Knowing the leaders will be here anytime today, I must make final preparations. I brush a strand of hair out of her face, a small sigh happily escaping her lips while she smiles in her sleep, cuddling deeper into the covers for warmth.
A smile plays on my lips at her actions, feeling her move closer to me as I shift to the edge of the bed. Like a little caterpillar, she worms her way closer, her cheek resting against my torso as she breathes in and out steadily. Such a strong and beautiful woman you are...
...to give yourself to me isn't a sign of weakness or complete submission in a way you perceive it to be...
It's an offering of trust and love, something I'll cherish more than you'll ever understand.
Reluctantly, I gently cradle her head, lifting her briefly to place a pillow beneath it before she shifts again slightly. Once she relaxes, I shake my head with a small sigh, this woman affects me more than she'll ever know...
I get out of bed, tucking the covers back down around her and make my way to the bathroom. It isn't long before I'm changed into dark slacks, black dress shoes, and a sapphire long sleeve button up shirt.
Annika will behave herself today, there are no questions about that, my gaze drifting to the bed.
I'll let her sleep a little longer.
I walk to the door, opening it and closing it soundlessly behind me.
"Well, you look like you had a good night's sleep!"
"What the hell, Rynn??!!" She startles me as she walks right down the hallway, reaching the outside of my room a few seconds before I'd shut the door. She is wearing a floor-length scarlet dress, her hair falling down her chest in curls.
I run my hand through my hair, "Is the dining room set?" I attempt to evade her prying eyes, changing the topic drastically.
"Yes, we are just waiting for our guests of honor," she shrugs her shoulders. I know she really doesn't care for the leaders. However, she respects them.
We start off down the hallway, coming to a stop at the top landing of the elegant staircase. The coven is buzzing, members walking this way and that, trying to make everything perfect. My hand slides down the cold marble banister, "Adam," I catch his attention as he strides under the staircase.
Adam halts and back-tracks a second later, "Yes, Locaine?" We are all wearing our dark dress slacks, and his silk button up happens to be silver.
"Have you bled the new blood slaves?" I ask him, knowing that I can't provide them a fresh kill without risking the death of a human or turning them. Neither appeals to me at that very moment...and I am positive Annika will try to kill me for it behind closed doors.
Michael darts to me, "Emily and Carly are ready, they will be serving with Annika." His long sleeve, button up of choice is vermilion, his eyes quickly glancing over me with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Where is Annika?" Adam shifts his eyes from Michael to me.
I arch a brow at their sudden noisy intrusion and inform them, "Annika, happens to be asleep in my bed. I'd rather not wake her quite yet, she's had a long night and needs her rest."
Michael and Adam's faces are priceless as they glance at each other with shock lingering in their eyes and then focus those eyes back on me.
"So, that explains why you are in such a good mood," Darius walks up to our gathering. His black button up shirt matches his slacks.
"Anyways," I shrug off the stares, turning on my heels and heading toward the dining room. This room will serve as a conference room as well as its intended purpose of eating, "Get everything ready. There isn't much time left, and they'll arrive before we know it."
**
-Annika
For the first time in a very long time, I wake up feeling at ease. I immediately notice that Locaine has left, quickly finding a note resting on the bedside stand.
Good Morning, My Little Hunter,
The leaders will be here later today. I am requesting that you wear your maid uniform that has the cobalt trimming, that way we will match. When you are ready, please meet with Carly and Emily, you will be serving with them.
I cannot stress this enough, you need to behave, okay?
I will see you a little later as I will be overseeing the finishing touches for their arrival.
Love,
Locaine
"Love...?" My voice repeats the word out loud as my fingers trail over the writing, a smile working its way onto my lips. After taking a relaxing shower, I release a sigh and walk toward the wardrobe. I open the door and immediately know the outfit he is talking about in his note the second my eyes fall on it.
I place the outfit on, selecting a black thong and my garter belt to go along with it after clipping my bra on. I take matching black thigh high stockings and clip them into place, strapping my heels on and finishing up my hair and makeup. I'm ready to meet with the girls. My brown hair is straightened, falling to my shoulder blades as I feel my makeup is on point today.
I stand in the main entrance, vampires running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I have never seen them so on edge, even at the memory ball...this is nothing in comparison.
"Annika!" Carly whispers to me, "Psst!" I glance at a door that is slightly ajar down the hallway to the slaves' room. I look from side to side and then sarcastically point at myself.
"Seriously?" Carly rolls her eyes at my antics. Shrugging my shoulders, I begin to walk toward her. I release a scream as she pulls me into the room and shuts the door behind her very quickly.
"What the hell?" I whirl around and meet her gaze with slight anger.
Emily steps out of the shadows and informs me, "We wanted to all talk before the leaders arrive."
"That's nice," I cross my arms in front of my chest, "you could have just asked instead of yanking me in here like creepers."
"Sorry," Carly puts her arms behind her back and interlaces her fingers.
"We are serving the leaders," Emily sighs as she begins her speech.
"I know," I reply with frustration.
Please...tell me something I don't know.
Carly tilts her head to the side and states, "They are lords, and you have to call them that out of respect...you can't use their names."
Figured as much.
"We are to go above and beyond for our masters today," Emily nods her head in recognition of those not present.
What is that supposed to mean? Damn humans talking in riddles, can't they just get to the point?
Carly smiles and states, "You can just follow our lead! We have met with them in the past. Michael and Adam were pleased with our actions then, and I'm sure this will be another walk in the park."
"Can you just tell me what the hell you mean?!" I throw my hands up in the air in defeat, exhausted with their backward answers just like when it came time for the memory ball.
Emily narrows her eyes and decides to elaborate, "Vampires, as you are aware of, are very dangerous and lustful creatures by nature. We are just there to be their arm candy and teases."
Greaaaat. That's how I wanted to spend the day. Parading around for a group of arrogant bastards.
I release a sigh of frustration, the warmth within my chest pulsating to life at the sudden spike in emotions and it takes everything within me to keep it at bay.
"Do you und-"
I finally snap at Emily, "I get it, okay..." I brush past her and pull open the door, stepping out into the hallway without another word to either of them.
A knock comes from the front door, my muscles freezing as the sound reverberates through the halls. All movement ceases from many as the sound surrounds them. Emily and Carly hesitantly push through the door and close it behind them, very quietly walking to where I stand.
"Crap," Carly whispers, the hesitation in her voice evident, "we better go find our masters, we can't leave their side tonight, it won't be safe."
Emily nods in agreement and takes off after Carly. She whips her head around, her two ponytails wrapping around her body when she tells me, "Come on, Annika." Thankfully, she snaps me out of my sudden fear, grounding and bringing me back to the present.
Everyone is gathering at the main entrance, Carly hastily running up to Adam and standing beside of him, not saying a word in the process of her actions. Emily immediately finds Michael by the entrance to the parlor, smiling at him before he wraps a possessive arm around her waist to secure her to him.
I swear I can see him mouthing the words, 'remember, you are mine.'
I see the back of Locaine's white hair as he comes to stand about ten feet back from the giant double doors. He suddenly turns his head in my direction, beckoning me to go beside him. Without hesitation, I cross the space to come to stand beside him, my gaze falling to the ground in the process as my chest becomes tight with anxiety.
"Open the door," Locaine’s voice reverberates against the walls, his coven looking to him for leadership.
Flynn and Darius take hold of the door handles, pulling them back and allowing the doors to open inward. We are immediately greeted by six male vampires, all with white hair reflecting a mirror image of Locaine.
I resist the urge to shoot Emily and Carly a nasty glare...
Gee...they didn't think to mention the fact all the leaders are purebloods? N
o? That would have been useful information.
They fill in the main entrance, each brimming with power. However, none appear as strong as Locaine. At each one of their heels, is a girl, dressed up in their own version of a maid uniform. Some are more revealing than others, as in, would you like some skin with your clothing? Others are somewhat more modest... somewhat being the keyword.
"Welcome," Locaine gestures with a warming greeting, "I am happy to have you all here."
"King Locaine," one of the purebloods nods his head in recognition.
That's the first time someone has called him by that title...
My eyes stay on the ground, my breathing coming short as I attempt to remain calm. Just like at the memory ball, the moment I was recognized for what I am, I was cloaked in a nasty cover of hisses, glares and hateful remarks. I just want to keep this to a minimum until I must look up at them. It will be soon enough that they find out I'm a hunter, and I'm not entirely sure how they are going to react. I think Locaine sense this and immediately wraps his left arm around my waist, gripping my hip tightly...
...much tighter than I could have imagined.
I gasp and snap my attention up and forward, the shock raking through my body for a mere second. This one moment...this is when the snarling and hissing begins; the shocked expressions on the slaves' faces, and members of Locaine's coven taking a step forward, preparing to step in if need be.
"Lords," Locaine addresses them attempting to stop the standoffish feeling filling the space between us all, "it is still early, shall we discuss our situation in the dining room?"
There are some mixed expressions from them, mainly directed at me as I'm confronted with glares. Locaine tries to brush me off so as not to draw attention for the moment, leading their focus elsewhere.
Yaya! I'm noticed!
I scoff to myself, and Locaine slightly digs his nails into my hip at my reaction. I bite back a growl, turning my attention toward him a second later.
"Slave."
Yup, that's my name, don't wear it out.
"Yes, master?" I smile back sweetly.
