Riken slammed Michael against the car, his fists curling wanting release.
“Don't you think I know that angel?” he spat. “How am I supposed to win her back?” Riken lifted his eyes his pain so tangible that even Michael flinched.
Venus was unconscious for a very long time. As she stirred, she knew she was on a jet and they were landing. She was curled into a small ball on a leather couch and Arias and his frightening second in command were talking in the opposite corner. She sat up groaning from the crashing pain that infiltrated her head. In a flash, Arias was crouched by her side cupping her face in his massive hands and the headache went away immediately. He lowered his body onto the black leather and pulled her to him.
“Sleep little one...”
Even his accent was beautiful. The ‘l’ sound curling its way artfully around his skillful tongue. His voice alone melted her insides, a deep baritone with an edge, gravely as if he rarely spoke. She curled up again and laid her head on his lap. One enormous hand soothed her back, the other stroked her silky hair. She drifted back off into a dark bliss.
Arias stared at the head in his lap. He had grown painfully hard the moment his eyes met hers back at Riken's warehouse and the damn thing wouldn't go down now. It didn't really help that her face was just a mere inch or two from it. Hell, he could feel her warm breath against his cock even with the rough piece of material covering the lower half of his body. She was so tiny he feared that he would break her if he had his way. Everything about her was beautiful, her tiny curves, her perfect lips, her bright green eyes. He stroked her hair again and was even stunned by its brilliant shine. Browns and blondes mixed together, soft as silk, he marveled as it thread through his fingers.
“My Lord?” Justice called waiting for him at the jet's door.
Arias looked down again at the treasure in his arms. He picked her up gently so not to wake her and made his way out of the plane to his awaiting limo. She packed power, his woman. He thought it surprised her just as much as it surprised all of the Vampyre around her. She was amazing. So innocent that he fought back the guilt that consumed him for wanting her. His guilt wouldn't stop him though from claiming her though. She was his and she chose him over that damned goody-goody Riken. The look on Riken's face had been priceless. Riken couldn't fathom why she wanted him. Arias frowned...he couldn't really fathom it either. He was her opposite in every way. He was massive, she was diminutive. He was a savage creature of the dark. She seemed as bright as the sun itself. But she was a warrior, like him. The image of her standing defiantly amidst the gunfire, protecting him sent a wave of pain through his heart. He let out a deep breath, a gust that flitted over her silken hair. He had never had feelings like these....not ever. Oh, he had women...hundreds of harems of women in fact but it was all empty release. Not even pleasure. This girl in his arms had the power to destroy him whether she knew it or not.
Venus woke up in a lavish room decorated heavily with Middle Eastern influence. The bed was soft beneath her and enormous. Multi-hued sheers were slung across the canopy enveloping her in a cocoon. She parted the sheers and was stunned silent by the immense room filled with art and color. Where was she? Riken had mentioned that Arias had headquarters in Dubai. Surely she didn't sleep through an entire plane trip across the world, did she? Venus remembered waking up on the jet and Arias rushing to her side, alleviating her pain. The memory caused pleasure to pool in her belly at the sight of the massive warrior on his knees for her. She struggled out of the plush bed and headed towards what looked to be a bathroom.
“Wow,” Venus breathed as she caught sight of the bathtub...big enough to be a small swimming pool really.
She started the water and glanced at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were tired, and she was starving she realized as her stomach grumbled loudly. First things first, she told herself as she sunk into the heat of the tub.
“Double wow,” she breathed as the pounding jets massaged her aching body.
Tilting her head back and closing her eyes she just relaxed. Her eyes flew open as she felt the wave of power nearby. Arias. She shivered in the heated water just from the thought of him. And then he was there poised to knock on the open bathroom door when their eyes met and he was frozen in that position. He was still shirtless and Venus drank in the sight of him. He was so massive, every single muscle chiseled to perfection, his skin the color of maple syrup made her want to either sink her teeth into him or lick him up. The thought surprised her. Before she saw Michael at Reggie's last week, she hadn't had one inkling of desire for any man...and now her stomach churned for three in particular. Great, just great she thought. Arias lowered his hand but still stood frozen at the bathroom door. Venus cleared her throat.
“I hope you don't mind,” she said shyly. “I needed a bath badly.”
Arias coal black eyes flared with fire and Venus hoped that didn't mean he was angry. “Whatever you need, you shall have. May I come in?”
Venus sank herself further under the cover of the bubbles and nodded. He took a deep breath and crossed the room with a feline grace, unnatural for one his size. As Venus' eyes skittered over him, she realized he was strapped with weapons of every sort, knives, guns, a long nasty looking sword with a curved blade. He was the most dangerous man she'd ever encountered and it turned her on, big time. Arias began taking off what remained of his clothes and Venus chest seized up. That's what he meant by coming in? Oh hell, she thought her heart thundering loudly. Her little panic attack was being compounded by the heat of the tub and she felt like her chest was going to explode. She looked up again and saw Arias naked from head to toe and he was enormous everywhere and hard everywhere. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut and willed her breathing to slow down. When she had the guts to open them again, she gasped. Arias' gorgeous face was mere inches from hers.
As soon as he saw his woman naked in his tub, he melted. Every bone in his body was made of pudding. It was difficult to even cross the room when she gave her consent for him to bathe with her. When he climbed down into the tub, he drank her in some more. Her head was tilted back revealing a slender, creamy throat, her eyes were closed, and her luscious lips were parted slightly. He had to feel those lips against his, to taste her tongue. He was leaning in to kiss her when her eyes opened and she gasped. Was she frightened of him? Was she repelled by him? Of course there were plenty of women who enjoyed the look of him but there were just as many if not more that were disgusted at the sight of him. He recoiled backwards angry for nearly forcing himself on her. The slight tug of her hand against his made hope soar through his body. He looked into her face expectantly.
“You're....”
Ugly, revolting, a monster? He expected the words to tumble from those succulent lips.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
A growl escaped his lips and his body sought hers without his mind's permission. One of his hands snaked around her neck pulling her up slightly out of the water, his other hand anchored at her hip. She gasped again but he swallowed it with his mouth. The moment his lips touched hers, he was lost. Gone was the man Arias had been for the last five hundred years. In its place a burning phoenix who lived to serve the woman in his arms. She tasted like heaven though it was ridiculous for him to even pretend he knew what that tasted like. Fine, he thought bitterly. She tasted sublime. He wanted more, he needed more. But he forced himself to pull back. Her eyes opened, darker green than before. Her lips were swollen from his kiss already. He cupped her cheek, his thumb strumming the full bottom lip. He swallowed hard wanting to kiss her more but he withdrew and reached for the soap he requested be brought for her.
“May I wash you?” he asked, his voice sounding surprisingly low even to him.
Her eyes met his. “Please,” she whispered.
He sat himself on the edge of the sunken tub and pulled her into his lap. Trying not to think of all the things he wanted to do to her, he poured the soap onto a sponge, inhaling the scent
of coconut that filled the air. He placed the sponge on her skin starting at her collarbone with trembling hands. In his lap, she only came up to his chest and there she began to lave her attention. Tiny little kisses pressed there sent twinges of fire through his body. He moved the sponge across her breasts, full and perfect. Her nipples hard and aching for attention. He lowered his head as he lifted her slightly and captured one little nub in between his teeth. Her body jerked and he held her tight as he rolled her nipple around with his tongue and sucked hard. She groaned long and low and her legs rubbed against each other sinuously. His sponge continued its path down across her smooth and soft belly and lower. He cradled her into his arms and leaned her back. The sponge glided across her bare mound and he pressed further, her shallow breaths letting him know that she wanted him down there. With a satisfied smile on his face, he replaced the sponge with his finger. So wet, he thought filled with satisfaction. So wet for me... He sank his finger into her and he felt her clamp down. She was so tight.
“Have you ever been with a man?” he asked not wanting to know the answer.
Her eyes grew sad as she studied him. He didn't think she would answer him. He didn't mind if she didn't, he just didn't want to hurt her. She was so tight and he was, well...he was so big. His thumb brushed across her clit and she jolted in his arms. She seemed so taken aback by her body's reactions.
“Not willingly,” she said softly.
As he digested the implications of her words, his entire body stiffened and fury burned through his veins. He shook barely able to control himself. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and surrounded him with her presence, trying to calm him. His finger stroked her again and she pressed herself tighter into him.
“Who?” he growled.
She shook her head frantically and then gasped as his finger plunged again. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around him and carried her to his bed. He impatiently swiped the shears to the side and laid her down. She was so beautiful, her creamy skill rosy from the bath, glistening where his fingers still probed her. He knelt above her and kissed her beautiful pussy like he wanted to do her mouth. He nipped and tugged on her lips, sank his tongue in deep and tasted how sweet she was, like honey. She gasped and thrashed around on the bed when Arias found the spots that drove her crazy. She caressed both sides of his face as their eyes met, his tongue still buried deep inside her. She felt a deep ache within her grow and warmth spread through her limbs. Whatever he was doing, he was like a drug to her. She had never felt pleasure like this. He withdrew his tongue and before she could protest he latched onto her clit and felt his tongue tease her most sensitive part. His tongue flicked across her clit gently but persistently at the same pace and she moaned and arched off the bed. Her body bucked off the bed as a feeling she had never experienced before crashed into her body. She dimly heard herself cry out but all she could do was focus of the wealth of sensations that flooded her. The fullness in her womb left in a gushing release, sharp tingles hit first at her clit and then spread throughout her entire body and she shivered at how beautiful it felt. Her first sexual release in her lifetime blew a strong gust of power through the room and Arias sat up from between her legs with a proud little smirk on his face.
She looked so beautiful, sprawled out on his bed, beads of sweat on her brow, and her thighs trembling from the force of her orgasm. He spread her legs wider and sank two fingers in, hoping to stretch her more for his invasion. He had to get inside of her, truly claim her body.
“Arias,” she said breathlessly. She grasped his hand and pulled it away.
“I don't want to hurt you,” he said.
She looked down at his heavy cock and her attention made it even harder and ever longer. Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard.
“Then don't,” she said with a breathy sigh.
He fingered her again and she was still dripping wet, just so tight. He guided himself into her, parting her lips first and then entering her. She was like a vise, a hot wet clamp. She squeezed his arm tight.
“Arias,” she cried and her eyes were wide with fear.
He was barely halfway in. He must have been hurting her.
“Almost there little one,” he breathed into her ear.
He thrust forward and then he was buried completely inside her. Her breath left her in a big whoosh. He pushed up on his arms so he could look at her face. He withdrew and thrust slowly again, her body welcoming him a tiny bit easier. Her green eyes were glistening with tears. He thrust again and she let out another moan. He kissed her then, hard and desperate. She met him with a passion that rivaled his and he was blown away. Her moans grew into pleas and then soft screams as she pulsated around his cock, milking him into the most shattering orgasm he ever had. It started at his toes and zinged up his legs until he exploded into her. He roared as he released, both of them riding out the seemingly endless waves of pleasure. He collapsed onto the bed, and pulled her on top of him. Her head rested on his chest and he stroked her wet hair. She was his. She wanted to be his.
“Venus,” Arias called softly.
“Hmmm?”
“You will tell me who has taken you by force…who has created that hurt I see in your eyes. Yes?”
A single tear escaped the corner of her eye and she nodded, humbled that he would care so much about her already. He caught the tear with his lips, kissing it gently away. Already, she was addicted to him. She had never known she could feel so much pleasure from sex. She wanted him again even now, when her eyelids wouldn’t open and she was sore from his girth. She would always want him. Venus nuzzled herself deep into his arms. She was swamped with emotions. Safe. Was she finally safe? It felt like no one could touch her here…in his arms. This dark prince would give her everything she’s always wanted. Love, protection…a home.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing steady but his damn cock was still hard, feeling her tight little body against his was not helping that matter at all. He tried to slip out from beneath her but she protested, wrapping herself around him tighter. He moaned as he got harder. He had to get away from her before he did something that did hurt her. She must be so sore right now. He glanced down and saw that she was staring up at him with her enormous emerald eyes. They were dark again with desire and his breath caught as she sat up and took his cock in her hand. He gasped as she lowered herself onto him, enveloping him. He sat up, holding her body tight to his as she rode him. His hands branded her ass as he thrust her down onto him. Already that delicious pleasure was building up within him, he wouldn't last long. A loud knock on the door barely distracted him from the way his woman undulated on his cock, seeking her own pleasure and quickly bringing him to his.
“My Lord?” called Justice from the door.
Arias growled, glad his big tattooed back was hiding the majority of his woman from Justice's eyes. There was no way he could mask her delicious moans and he knew Justice's cock would be lengthening for her. Arias growled and snarled.
“My liege, it is a matter of extreme importance,” Justice said his voice strained.
Venus threw her head back and cried out his name as her pussy grabbed at him, pulling him deeper and deeper. Her nails scraped his chest and he felt rivulets of blood streaming down his chest. His eyes widened with shock as he felt her tongue glide across his skin, lapping it up like a kitten. She was drinking from him, the thought pounded through him with pride and lust. He squeezed her cheeks hard and pounded into her still feeling the quake of her walls and released everything he had into her. His heart, his body, his soul. He reveled in the perfection of the moment for a scant few seconds. Fury quickly spread through him and he shifted Venus off of him gently covering her with the sheets. He stood up, his fists clenched and sauntered toward Justice.
“What is so important that you want to interrupt your Queen's pleasure...my pleasure Justice?”
Justice threw himself at Arias' feet, his head pressed to the floor.
“Forgive me, my lord.”
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p; Arias tightened his fists, his knuckles popping. Preparing to unleash punishment, he didn't hear the whisper of footsteps behind him. There was a soft heated touch at his back. Venus. She looked so delicious wrapped in a white sheet, her lips puffy, eyes still dark green with desire.
“Go back to bed little one. You don't want to see this,” he growled turning his attention back to Justice who had the nerve to look up at his Queen. Yes, the desire had been in his eyes.
“Arias...I'm sure the only reason he would interrupt would be for my safety,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
He straightened up, his breathing slowed as his temper waned. She was right, his wise woman.
“Justice?” he growled.
“She's right my lord. Riken and his men just touched down. The rest of the bloodlines have arrived as well.” Justice paused with head still pressed to the floor. “If I may state my opinion my lord, I think it is in the Queen's best interest to be turned immediately.”
“You think they'll so easily steal her from me?”
“My Lord...if they realize that she remains with you willingly, they will try and kill her.”
Damn it, he was right. And his woman was too fragile in her human state.
“Leave us Justice,” he said softly turning to his woman who was still pressed at his back.
“My Lord?”
“Call everyone in our bloodline to us and any allies we might have among the other bloodlines. Call them here immediately.”
“Yes my lord.”
Justice turned to leave. “One more thing,” Arias said pausing to whisper into Venus’ ear. Venus hunched in on herself, despite her promise to Arias earlier. The dark prince cupped her face more gentle than any being had touched her before. She searched his eyes for a few minutes before whispering something back.
“Send someone to secure a Richard Campbell back in her hometown. I want him brought here...alive Justice.”
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