by Aja James
But he didn’t relent, watching with primal satisfaction as her mouth widened around him, her lips stretching taut. He was so thick that she couldn’t keep her teeth away, and he felt them abrade his sensitive skin, marking him as she tried to suck him deep.
“Watch,” he rumbled.
Though he needn’t have ordered it. For her eyes were rounded like her mouth, unblinkingly taking in everything he gave her. And he saw that the fear in them a while ago was nowhere to be found now.
There was only filthy, ravenous, undiluted lust.
Perhaps because it was a prim little librarian who craved his cock so unabashedly and desperately, Ramses was turned on like never before.
Or perhaps it was simply Eveline. His little fire sprite.
He began to move, and he watched her watch him.
He saw her eyes take in the delineated muscles of his abdomen as he undulated slowly, clenching and releasing in slow-motioned rolling waves.
He saw her pupils expand to swallow her irises whole as he leaked more pre-cum down her throat, and she swallowed him down with greedy haste.
He heard her breath catch when he arched his back and exposed his throat, losing himself in the wet, tight heat of her mouth.
He pumped his hips steadily, methodically, his hands gripping the headboard, his head thrown back.
In and out.
Deeper, faster, harder.
The only sounds in the chamber were his deep breaths and the wet noises of Eveline’s mouth eagerly sucking his cock.
Music to his ears.
So dirty. Sinful. Instinctual. Sexual.
The base of his spine tingled, and his balls drew tight.
He’d never felt such pleasure. He’d never felt so free.
When her small hands left his ass to curl around his hips, he looked back down.
Fuck, but she was a sight to behold.
Her eyes watered with the effort of taking him. Her red lips stretched around his staff almost to the point of breaking. Her cheeks were flushed with flaming hot arousal. And her pupils were completely blown.
In this act, in this moment, she was an addict and he was her drug.
He fucked her throat raw, but she couldn’t get enough.
He’d leave her mouth sore, but she kept working him harder.
He felt it too, the unquenchable hunger in his blood.
He felt her teeth abrading him with every thrust, but it hurt so good.
He felt her eyes swallow him whole, as if she were drinking in his soul along with his essence, and he didn’t care.
He wanted this too.
For the first time in…forever…he wanted it all.
One of her hands grasped the base of his cock as he pumped faster and harder, abusing her mouth the way she wanted to be abused. The savage look in her eyes told him so.
Her other hand cupped his balls, then squeezed them firmly, both hastening and stalling his impending release.
His rhythm faltered at her knowing touch, and in another first, Ramses completely lost control of his own body.
He was hers.
*** *** *** ***
Remember to breathe, Eveline, breathe.
But holy hairy Friar Tuck! It was hard to do when her heart was pounding out of her chest, her blood boiling to erupt from her veins, and her senses overloaded with explosive, sexual, primal need.
Goddess above, the sight of him!
Every muscle straining beneath his skin in sharp relief. Every line and angle delineated as he moved.
And how he moved!
Fluid, rolling, flowing, dark honeyed molasses. His abs clenching. His obliques rippling. His pecs bunching. His nipples beading.
And when he threw his head back…
The contours of his long, male throat, the tendons popping along the sides.
Fuck!
She wanted to bite him so bad. Right in his jugular vein.
So, in that moment, she scraped her teeth against the tender underside of his flanged head instead and watched him shudder, felt his buttocks clench and quiver.
Mercy! But sex was never like this before. Eveline had never, ever, craved a male like this before. Granted, she’d never been around many vampires. That was the point as a Pure One—you stayed away from the Dark side.
But clearly, she’d been missing out!
Why had no one told her? That a male could be so beautiful, so magnetic, so powerfully erotic? That watching and feeling him take his pleasure, chase the needs of his body, could be so addictive?
That upon seeing such a sight, a primal need arose within Eveline as well. To be the only female who fulfilled those needs.
Possessiveness and possession.
She’d never felt this way before. She never thought she was the sort of female who’d ever feel this way. But watching him undulate his big, beautiful body above her, thrusting his thick cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her hard and deep, choking her throat, suffice it to say—she totally felt it!
Alend Ramses was not her “type.” He was everything opposite. But that’s because he could never be anyone’s type. He made the mold. And then he obliterated it.
He was everything she never knew she wanted.
She brought her hands from his ridiculously sculpted ass, to his rolling hips, to his groin.
When she held the base of his cock with one hand, her fingers nowhere near completely encircling him, and grasped his scrotum with the other, he lowered his head again to lock their eyes.
Eveline had to admit: she loved holding this male by the balls.
She worked his cock harder in her mouth, sucking strongly with her inner cheeks as well as swallowing rhythmically with her throat. At the same time, she squeezed the base of him in as tight a grip as she could manage, while kneading his full, hard sac and pulling it lower, away from his staff, both urging him closer to, and preventing him from, his burgeoning orgasm.
A thunderous rumble shook through his massive body at her boldness, but he didn’t let go of the headboard (which cracked loudly under the pressure of his grip), didn’t use his hands to stop her.
He was letting her have him, just as she requested. He was letting her lead him where she would.
So she began to pump his sex in earnest, with her hand, with her mouth, creating a continuous tunnel for him to plow through.
And plow he did. Relentlessly.
He rocked harder and faster until every vein raised tantalizingly beneath his skin, from his throat to his arms, to his chest and stomach. Branching into tree roots in his lower abdomen, zig zagging to his hard, throbbing sex, pulsing in her palm, hot and heavy in her mouth.
She let go of his scrotum to rub two fingers along his perineum, feeling his seed move through the root of him.
He was close. So close.
Her fingers massaged harder. She reached as far as she could and slid her middle digit along the seam of his ass, flicking her blunt nail across his star.
His dark eyes widened with shock, and a harsh breath pushed out of his chest along with a low, animal groan.
Eveline shuddered from head to toe at the most erotic sound she’d ever heard. Her core flooded with liquid heat, at the same time her mouth flooded with a fresh burst of saliva.
She didn’t know what she was doing, exactly, she just followed her instincts. And her instincts commanded her to own him. She’d ask for forgiveness later.
Right now, she had to possess him.
He was hers.
His whole body tensed into corrugated steel, his cock a satin-encased pipe in her mouth, his balls pulling tight to his base.
She knew exactly when he’d break.
And when he did, when his body finally released all the hot, molten lava he kept trapped within, she broke him even more by pushing her middle finger into him, penetrating him as he unleashed his deluge into her.
He threw his head back and roared as he came.
The headboard was decimated into dust beneath his unforgiving grip
. The entire bed shook with the violence of his release. And Eveline’s jaw about broke when he rammed himself deeper into her throat than she ever thought anyone could go.
But she took it all as he broke apart for her. She gulped down his hot, delicious cream like a woman starved, working him through his release, pulling him even closer.
She curled her middle finger as deep as she could, rubbing instinctively against that spongy, swollen, hot tissue inside of him, making his voice shatter into a guttural moan, making him come endlessly.
Goddess above, she’d never forget the sight of him as he came undone!
The sounds, the taste, the blazing inferno inside of him.
Eveline took it all in and memorized every sensation, swallowed every drop.
And when he finally came back down to earth and locked eyes with her once more, his half hard cock cradled gently in her mouth, her hand massaging the root of him, her finger still buried in his scalding heat, Eveline knew one thing with absolute certainty:
She couldn’t wait to do this again.
*** *** *** ***
A while later, Ramses couldn’t stop his hand from shaking.
So he balled it into a fist in Eveline’s thick, silky hair.
She’d passed out into a deep, untroubled sleep practically the moment they were done, even before the last tingle had subsided from his body. He removed the rest of his clothes but allowed her to keep hers on.
He didn’t think that having her naked against him was the best course of action right now, not when he was still reeling from what just happened. And, too, he didn’t want to undress her without consent. She might not take kindly to the liberty, and he was a male of his word. They had a Contract, after all; it did not include their bodies.
Nevertheless, she seemed perfectly agreeable to take what he offered whenever the opportunity presented itself. As it did just now.
With a contented sigh, she rolled into him, tucking her face into the hollow of his throat as he gathered her in his embrace, and breathed him in with deep, lung-filling draws.
“Smell so good…taste so good…sound so sexy…can’t tell him…secret…addicted…”
As usual, she mumbled while unconscious, saying things she probably wouldn’t remember when she woke.
Her mouth worked slightly, her lips nuzzling his collar bone, as if she was seeking something. And when she found it, a particular tendon in his neck she liked to gnaw on, she grasped it between her sharp little teeth and grunted in satisfaction.
Roughly, he pulled her deeper into the fortress of his body, trapping her against the thick boulders of his pecs, the steely cage of his arms and legs.
He needed her.
He didn’t understand why, and he didn’t want to pursue this train of thought. He just knew he needed her. Even though she lay unconscious and slightly snoring in his arms, he needed her. Even if it was all a lie in his head, even if what happened between them meant nothing to her. He needed the lie to hold himself together.
Gods! It had been thousands of years…
So long since he’d come undone with another that he barely recalled what it felt like. He only remembered the pain.
His body would never forget the ravaging effects of the Decline when he released into the body of a female he loved, but who didn’t love him back.
Not ever.
Not in the three millennia that he’d remained faithful to her. Giving himself only to her. While he watched her take countless others who were not him.
His body remembered it so clearly, the never-ending days and nights of torture that followed one ephemeral moment of pleasure, that the fear of it happening again quaked through his very bones.
Even though it couldn’t happen again. For, he was a vampire now.
But he remembered…
First Cycle of the Dark Queen Ashlu, sixth millennium BC.
The fire mountain rumbled ominously, spewing ashes and debris from its volcano.
“Gods’ balls! It’s the third time this lunar cycle! Can’t you control that unnatural creature of yours?”
The well-built male currently exerting himself over Ashlu’s sweat-sheened body, thrusting with little finesse but plenty of power in and out of her cunt, cursed as the ceilings shook dust upon them both. Even as far away from the mountain as the Dark Ones’ stone fortress, they could feel the earth quaking its foundations loose.
Her “little prince” was having yet another tantrum.
She was mighty sick of it.
With a careless shove, Ashlu sent her red-cocked swain tumbling from the bed and onto the floor.
She ignored his grunts of protest as she quickly swept a diaphanous robe around her shoulders, not so much to assuage her modesty (as she had none), but to signal that their interlude of fucking was over.
“Get out,” she commanded.
He might be manner-less in bed while he was rutting upon her, but he knew better than to contradict a direct order from his queen.
Out he went, still naked and aroused, not bothering to get dressed.
Ashlu ran her hands through her long, dark hair, pulling at the scalp in frustration as more dust rained from the ceiling, and the fortress groaned ominously.
Telepathically, she summoned the Consul, who arrived posthaste a few moments later.
“Where is he?” she asked her advisor, who was tasked with always knowing the prince’s location, with his countless spying eyes in every corner of their keep.
He answered immediately, not needing to clarify whom Ashlu meant.
“In the north tower, my queen.”
“What is he going on about now?”
“I believe he is protesting your nightly…exertions, my queen.”
“He’s a fucking child! And my Blood Slave at that! What right does he have to protest anything I do?”
“Nevertheless, my queen.”
“This is getting out of hand. I don’t have the patience for this shit,” she spat, raking her fingers through her hair again in fruitless frustration.
Ashlu didn’t usually lose her calm, but a thwarted orgasm and the threat of having her fortress crumble to ruins around her ears tended to fray her famous control.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this hard. You said that if I enslaved his blood, I could draw his powers into my own body and lessen the strength in his.”
Another rumble rolled through the floor beneath them, almost making her lose her balance.
She pointed to her feet.
“Does that feel like his strength has lessened? We’re leagues away from the fire mountain and still it sputters and churns like his childish temper. I am supposed to be doubly safe with what appears to be the most powerful Earth Elemental that ever existed on my side, and yet I am the most at risk with that…demon under my roof!”
“The blood bond is not enough to subdue him, my queen,” the Consul intoned with detestable equanimity.
“When it is time, you must take his body as well. When he is your Blood Slave entirely, you will be able to control his powers as if it were your own.”
Ashlu’s lips twisted with derision.
“He is still a child.”
“He had his first man-sized erection at nine years old. It is now two years hence. And he has the emotions of a grown male, enough that he is ever jealous of your bed-sport with others.”
Ashlu huffed disbelievingly.
“As if I would restrain my appetite to just one male. As if that male would ever be him.”
“He does not know that, my queen. And if I may—it would perhaps be to our benefit if you let him cultivate his romantic fantasies where you’re concerned. After all, he is a Pure One. With a character like his, he would never submit to your Claiming if he did not believe you… preferred him above all others.”
Ashlu gave the Consul credit for not offending her ears with the word “love.”
Such emotion was for weaklings. As the destined Queen of All Kinds, she was determined not to have any weakne
sses.
She whirled on her heel and headed to the door of her chamber.
The Consul stepped back as she passed, but not without reminding her, “Make him believe you care for him, my queen. He must give in to you willingly for the Blood Bond to hold. Especially if you want to continue absorbing his powers. Remember that the bear is subdued with honey, not vinegar.”
Ashlu hastened down the winding corridors of the fortress in long, purposeful strides, formulating a plan while she walked.
Though she didn’t acknowledge the Consul’s words, she heard him. And as she was an imminently logical, cunning female, she knew he had a point.
Eleven years ago, she brokered a reluctant truce between Dark Ones and the remaining Elementals on the fire mountain. In return for her promise not to hunt them like her mother before her, and to seal the deal, they left her in charge of the most powerful Elemental amongst them—the male child with obsidian eyes.
Prince Hulaal, they called him. Precious Stone.
Ashlu’s plan was to raise the tiny “prince” to be solely and unequivocally devoted to her. After all, he wouldn’t know any better, having no family, no friends, no one to teach him differently.
She’d be his mother when he’s small. His lover, when he grew into manhood. And always, she’d rule as his queen. Moreover, with the Blood Bond she’d forged between them since he was still an infant, his body and blood craved her and only her, though he did not understand it.
It simply always was.
With this physical imperative to be close to her, it was quite easy to convince him that what they shared was a form of love. First, the love between a guardian and her ward, and then the love between a female and a male. She’d be his entire universe. As such, his powers would be hers and hers alone, to wield as she pleased. Just like the male himself.
But the tiny man had a temper, this was clear. From the cradle, he made it known to all.
Earthquakes, landslides, volcano eruptions… Once, he’d been close to crushing the entire Dark Ones’ stronghold into rubble. All because she hadn’t given him enough attention.
The little fiend.
She scaled the steps of the north tower two at a time, and when she arrived at the tallest spire, she dismissed the guards there with a toss of her head.
