Claiming Ecstasy

by Madeline Pryce

  “I need to feel you, to feel my cock deep inside your hot, tight pussy when I come in your mouth,” he whispered to me in my dream, and I knew it applied to the other dimension.

  I opened my eyes. I was still in my inner refuge, still caught up in Nicolas’ version because the sun continued to burn along my skin. I looked up at him and his face was lost in rapture. He let go and let me see all that was him. A gift. A curse. I sorted through the dark tangle of thoughts in Nicolas’ head. Above all, he coveted me. He didn’t love me in the traditional sense my kind held in esteem. No, his feelings couldn’t be labeled.

  Panic seared though me and I lashed out, found the one thing that would hurt him the most—he longed to be human again, to walk hand in hand with me on the Irish shore at sunrise when the fog rose from the moss like a soft, cool blanket.

  I couldn’t kill him, not now, not ever. Death before dishonor. I knew then what I needed to do.

  At my command, his pulse drummed under his skin and I reveled in the race of blood beneath the surface of his arousal while I sucked him off.

  “You bitch.”

  Fury twisted his face into something gruesome. When he snarled at me, there were no fangs in his mouth. He was fucking my mind and now, I was fucking his.

  My soul bent, fractured. If I sensed the fissures, so could he. One shiny, glittery spark at a time, he sucked the humanity out of me. What will happen to me?

  “You will die and rise again to truly become my concubine as you were meant to be,” he answered with growling satisfaction.

  Tenderness gone, in the realm that wasn’t my mind Nicolas brutally turned me over on my hands and knees where the floor was hard and unyielding beneath me. This was concrete and it hurt. My wrists strained and my arms shook with the effort to stay up on my hands and knees. Every bite, every scratch, every bruise Nicolas inflicted on my body pulsed with fire. But the thing about pain, the thing Nicolas knew, was that I craved it.

  Desperation was written in the tension humming in every quivering muscle of his body. He tore savagely into my pussy. There was no finesse, and we were now beyond passion. This was rage, beautiful fury. This was him stealing my soul.

  I drifted back inside my head, luring him into the sanctuary Nicolas had penetrated but didn’t yet own. His fist tightened painfully within the mess of my hair. He tugged, fucked my mouth with short, hard thrusts, and I hummed in appreciation. I flicked my tongue over the crest of his cock. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. The first creamy drops of his cum were salty and rich. I cupped his heavy balls with one hand and stroked the other over his slick velvet shaft.

  He growled and in one swift motion he used his fist full of my hair to wrench his cock from my mouth. I looked up at him, watched his glistening cock bob. The sun had set over the ocean, and it was night again in my dream world. I’d done this scenery change, fought his manipulation. While it was a small victory, it was one I cherished because I knew it would be last. I could hear and smell the ocean again. I inhaled deeply.

  In the darkness I made out the sheen of my saliva on his hardness, and a rush of moisture dribbled down my thigh. Nicolas loomed above me and pushed me back onto the earthy grass.

  He stroked the corner of my eye. “I do love you, lass.”

  It was soft here, so unlike the hard balcony that Nicolas actually ravished me in. This time, though, he pressed not at my sex with his fingers, but at my anus, his tongue lapping the arousal that had dripped from my core. His mouth traveled down my thigh, sucking, biting and reclaiming the juices that escaped while I had feasted on his flesh. I cried out into the darkness. Lightning streaked across the sky in both dimensions and it made everything electric and blue.

  “Mine.” I heard it, felt it and I knew Nicolas meant it.

  I wouldn’t be returning to my isolated, lonely life at the Seelie court.

  All of a sudden it was light once more, and the sun reflected high in the sky. Nicolas was the one who looked like the angel now. The sun shined above him, and his pale skin glittered with sweat. One large finger caressed my face, then down the curve of my throat, over my erratic pulse.

  Nicolas was gentle when he pushed his index finger into my ass, my hole wet from his mouth. I moaned, a soft breathy sound. The tight ring of muscles clenched around his invasion. I moved away from his finger instinctively but he took what he wanted.

  He pulled his digit out of my ass to gather liquid from my core with his unsoiled fingers. He lubricated them, made the tight pink rosette wet with my arousal. As he traced the star there, his tongue was soft and wet against my sex. I quivered in anticipation. With long, wet swipes he licked a line from my ass to my pussy. I trembled in pleasure, in anticipation.

  He thrust two fingers into my back passage. I moaned against the hand that now only covered my mouth. Nicolas thrust in and out, stretching and opening me. He was preparing me, and I cried out once more in the pain, the pleasure, that this knowledge brought.

  His mouth parted in a breathless pant and his fangs gleamed white. He knelt before me in an action that should have been awkward, but wasn’t. My lover was many things, but never awkward.

  In the next breath, the next instant, I was torn in half. Torn and ripped open when Nicolas’ dick pierced my ass. He pulled out and in the real world he thrust into my sex. Back and forth he stroked, in one end, out the other. He alternated between reality and fantasy until I couldn’t distinguish between the two. He was fucking my pussy in the concrete, my ass in the chaos. I was his now, truly, completely.

  Chapter Three

  In my dream world, the dewy grass, once so soft on my naked skin, now itched. In the real world, the hard floor bruised my hands and knees as Nicolas pressed his powerful strokes into me.

  There was pain. Pain from being too full. Pain from his fangs when he sliced them across my shoulder. So much delicious pain and I sobbed incoherently. I could not take it. I was being torn in two.

  “Please.” It was a plea for more, a plea to stop.

  My breasts were full and tender. He attacked me there. Wherever I wanted him to be, he was there. He was deep inside my body, my mind, and in my most private places. I could not tell up from down. I could not tell where I was. There was darkness and concrete and water.

  The sky flickered from light to dark. I smelled the ocean and then I did not. I heard the waves and then they were gone.

  “Yes.” I gasped, clawed my fingers against the ground. One delved into the earth, the other scraped against stone.

  Tiny spasms blossomed all over my body and, too late, I realized this was his magic. The sensation that I was about to burst exploded with a pleasure so intense my heart stopped beating.

  In my dream world Nicolas’ face was a mask of concentrated glorious beauty. Fantasy shattered. He pounded into me and his fingers twisted my clit. In the real world, I was slammed forward against the floor.

  Nicolas bent his head down to my neck. With a growl, he fisted my hair and exposed my flesh. He was going to bite me. He was going to consume every drop of me and end my life. Finally, he was going to claim me as his dark queen and make me his concubine.

  The culmination of our battle ripped through my body. He thrust into me, harder, faster, slapping his hips against mine. One climax melted into another.

  “Mine,” he roared. He pulled out and flipped me onto my back.

  As soon as his cock reentered me, he sank razor-sharp fangs into my neck, awakening an entirely new sensation of sweet, sweet pain. My blood, my power, my climax, flowed into his mouth. Nicolas trembled, thrust deep twice more and shot his semen inside me. He drank deep. My blood, rich and powerful, overflowed from his mouth and ran in sticky rivulets down my neck.

  I screamed. I screamed his name, I screamed to the gods. I screamed until the only thing left was…abyss. Another climax hit me, a convulsing, aching, touchable pleasure that was so good I would have given Nicolas everything I was just for the promise of eternity.

  When he finally pulled away from t
he wound, his skin was flushed and his eyes were glassy with power. Triumph. He withdrew completely from me, and cum spilled from my pussy.

  “You are my queen,” he whispered and brought his mouth back to the dripping wound at my neck.

  The wet concrete beneath me disappeared and I was suddenly in my, no Nicolas’, dream world. I stood on the cliff overlooking the ocean. The destructive beauty of the toothed rocks beneath me left me breathless.

  Nicolas approached me from the rear, the grass squelching beneath his feet. He stopped just behind me, not touching, but close enough that there was only a whisper of air between his chest and my back. The power radiating from his body hit me in waves so strong they matched the devastation of the sea below us.

  He touched me then, smoothed his hands up over my shoulders tenderly, and I knew I’d made the right choice. He stepped into me so our bodies were flush. His cock, soft and spent but no less impressive, pressed against my lower back and I turned my head to smile up at him. He bent down, his irises flickering from blue to gold and back to blue.

  He kissed me so softly it left a resonating ache in my bones. My Demon. I love you. I wished I had the strength to do more than think the words.

  He used his tongue to flick out and taste the drop of blood that leaked from the corner of my mouth. “Jump.”

  I jumped.

  As the wind cut around me, my gown fluttered and tore from my body. The silk fabric danced away. The salty taste of the ocean stung my tongue as I fell. I dove, gracefully, to the crashing waves below. This was my punishment, my reward. Death and immortality.

  The concrete and the chaos blended. I saw my blood spilling across the concrete in reality. I watched Nicolas cradle me in his arms while he pressed his bloody wrist to my mouth and urged me to drink. There was so much blood. The waves fast approached as I plummeted. When had the ocean become red?

  I hit the jagged rocks and my body broke without a sound. The chaos disappeared. With one final gasp I smiled at the darkness of Nicolas’ power as it finally took over my mind. My mouth went slack against his wrist. My heart slowed, stuttered and then stilled. Nicolas and I melted into one perfect being of light and dark.

  * * * * *

  When I woke I knew without even opening my eyes that everything was different. I was different. Darkness thrummed through me and called me from a deep, dreamless sleep. I opened my lids and stared up at the thin, sapphire silk canopy encompassing the bed, cocooning me in safety.

  My head pounded. My gums ached. The muscles in my legs felt stiff as if I hadn’t gotten out of bed in days. How much time had passed? I lifted my hand and my body rose without effort, the dark sheets falling from my pale, naked flesh. I padded barefoot across the cold, stone floor, the thick, darkly colored rugs of burgundy and brown my only relief. Candlelight flickered from the glass sconces countersunk into the walls and the scent of the sea surrounded me.

  I looked around the room, pausing only briefly on the feminine vanity table and the sparkling trinkets glistening in the firelight. Dark mahogany armoires pressed against the layered brick walls.

  Where was Nicolas? I shook my head and pressed the heel of my palm between my eyes. A wave of dizziness rolled through me. I didn’t remember getting up from the bed but I knew I had. I stopped at the large open bay window. Cold, gusting wind whipped the beige curtains against my sensitive skin. I shivered not from the cold but from the power electrifying me.

  I took a deep breath and a slow smile curled my mouth until the pressure of tiny, delicate fangs pressed into my lower lip. The air was full of salt, the sea.

  “You’re awake.” Nicolas’ voice sent a shiver down my spine.

  I tuned to face my sire, my lover, my soon-to-be husband. Dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt—open to reveal the perfection of his chest and abs—he looked devastating.

  Mine.

  Power and magic surged in my veins. It was like my pleasure, like my pain—immeasurable. My soul was nothing but a vacant black pit. My sanctuary was gone. In its place was a path of darkness connecting me to Nicolas. The energy between us crackled and sizzled in my veins. He was inside me, always, forever. I’d never be alone again.

  “What day is it?” I asked.

  Despite the dark shroud of night, everything was too bright. I closed my eyes and the moment I did, my other senses flared to life. The faint whisper of voices from the maids, cooks and blood slaves milling around the castle pressed into me, my sense of hearing better than it had ever been. Outside, the ocean churned and crashed against the cliffs. In the distance a raven called, its tone rich and gravelly.

  Nicolas cupped my cheek and trailed his thumb at the corner of my eye until I opened my lids and looked up at him. Too concentrated on everything else, I hadn’t heard him move.

  “The day after your birthday.”

  Panic gripped me and I waited for the familiar drum of my pulse to kick into overdrive. Nothing happened. My skin chilled. I pressed my hand to my still chest and realized my heart no longer beat.

  I licked my lips. “The negotiations?”

  His caress shifted from my face to my neck and I tilted my head, welcoming the electric sensation his touch generated in me. He trailed a single finger between my breasts, his gaze never leaving mine. Desire filled me and my pussy wetted with arousal. I arched closer, inviting him to stroke lower.

  “In a few hours.” He cupped my hip, fingers digging into flesh, and pulled me to him until the tips of my nipples pressed against his silk shirt.

  I lifted a trembling hand to his face. The scratch of my fingernails trailing over his unshaven cheek filled the room as I stroked him. A rumbling came from his chest, the vibration moving through me and straight to my clit.

  “How do you feel?” he asked.

  “Different.”

  I closed my eyes and released the magic thrumming through me. I let it waft over the seas, over the masses of humanity cuddled in their beds. That’s when I found them, the goblin army my mother had gathered to fight against the vampires. Only they were no longer hers. My blood had given them strength. Now it was my blood that commanded them. They were mine. They responded, hundreds of them, by looking up into the void.

  I snapped my lids open and gasped at Nicolas.

  A crooked, seductive smile made his sapphire eyes glow. His hands were cold against my hips when he walked me back to the bed and shoved me onto the mattress. He gripped my thighs and spread them so he could fit his body against me.

  I know, lover. Nicolas spoke without words. I always knew they’d follow you into the darkness. Your mother is a foolish woman.

  When Nicolas turned me, he turned us all. My power was their power.

  He drew his mouth along my throat, down to my breast. I cupped the back of his head and rubbed my clit against the hard length of his shaft. “What are you going to do?”

  Nicolas drew my nipple into his mouth, sucked, and I cried out at the pleasure spiraling through me. Every touch was ten times more intense. My pussy clenched and I writhed beneath him. He looked up at me, breast still in his mouth, his intense gaze unguarded and open.

  Whatever you wish.

  My mother’s death flashed before my eyes and I shoved it away. I wasn’t a murderer. Not then and not now.

  “What I want,” I said and drew his head away from my breast to my mouth. Our lips touched and I flicked my tongue over his bottom one. “Is you.”

  He thrust his tongue between my lips and invaded my mouth. Our tongues slid together, stoking the flames of death and lighting me on fire. Nicolas pulled away and guided my mouth to where his pulse should have beat in his throat.

  “Drink.”

  I pierced his flesh and feasted on his power, filled with hunger only he could satisfy. The words on the tip of my tongue, drifted from my mind to his. I love you.

  His response was automatic. Tá tú mo shaol.

  You are my life.

  About Madeline Pryce

  Madeline Pryce wrot
e her first novel when she was ten, penned with neon-pink ink in a loose-leaf binder. Captivated by romantic literature, yet intrigued by the paranormal, she continues to develop her own voice, writing the kinds of stories that inspired her as a teen.

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