by Lexi Blake
Dante accepted that explanation but worried all the same. He really didn’t know what Kaja was. “So the silver will be gone by morning. What about the aphrodisiac?”
Cara’s mouth turned down. “It will only be in effect for a few hours, but it will be painful for her. It is a strong mix, if I am correct. She needs to have physical relations or she will feel like she is burning inside. My husband was trying to make sure she didn’t resist you.” Cara walked over to Dante. “If you are intending to revoke the sale, it would be best if you would allow me to find her a male.”
“I will take care of my consort.” Did he need to tattoo it on his forehead or something? He was getting damn tired of having to remind everyone of his rights.
Cara craned her neck to look up at him. “I understand, Mr. Dellacourt. Do you require anything?”
“I think I have the proper equipment.”
“Come along, Cara,” Beck said with a slight smile. “You can stand guard outside. If my cousin needs anything, he will let you know. Dante, I happen to know the drawers in the back are filled with…helpful items. Many a wedding night has occurred here. I will make sure she isn’t given the drugs again. She’s my cousin now, too.”
Dante nodded, happy with Beck’s acceptance. He wondered what Cian had said to turn the warrior king around. The flap to the tent slapped shut, and he was left alone with his wife.
He knelt down, placing a hand on her naked back. The towel had fallen away, and she writhed on the bed. He saw her pain. He also saw her body. His fangs lengthened, and he cursed himself for being a selfish bastard. This was not the way he wanted his first time with his wife to go.
“Kaja,” he said carefully through his fangs. “I need to take care of you.”
She shook her head. “It hurts.”
She covered her pussy with her hand, showing him where her pain was greatest.
It struck him suddenly that there was an easy solution. Why wasn’t she masturbating? Dante shoved his hand under hers and cupped her pussy. Her eyes flew open.
“No,” she said helplessly. She seemed to know she couldn’t fight him so she played to his sympathy. In this case, he didn’t have any. “No mating.”
He kept his eyes and voice soft as his hand rubbed against the flesh of her pussy. She was soaking wet. He let his hand dip into the crevice and felt his dick get hard as a rock. It was going to be a long night. He couldn’t take her. She hadn’t given him permission. The drug didn’t change that. He would take care of her, but he would be going without. He refused to be one more person who took from Kaja and gave nothing back.
She tried to push his hand away, her legs rubbing restlessly. “No. Leave me alone.”
Dante had to wonder. She was obviously in extreme pain. She wasn’t a virgin by her own admission. Why was she fighting him? Why wasn’t she trying to take care of herself? He tried to remember her words from before. “Kaja, you will mind me. Be still. Tell me something, sweetheart, when the Second held you down for the mating, did he pleasure you?”
Her eyes were feverish, the pupils large. “Women receive children from the mating. Men receive pleasure. Everyone knows this.”
He felt a slow smile spread across his face. That door he’d slammed closed with his idiotic admission had swung open again. He let his thumb drift up. He felt her plump clitoris and sighed. She had all the parts for an orgasm. She simply needed someone who knew what he was doing. He wasn’t the greatest businessman in the world. He wasn’t CEO material like his sister. He couldn’t recall amazing amounts of data like Cian or wield a sword like Beck. There was one thing he was confident in, though.
“Sweetheart,” he cajoled softly as he circled that nubbin of flesh he intended to get acquainted with. “Those men were idiots. They were boys with tiny dicks who didn’t know how to please a woman. I assure you, I’ll take care of you.”
He grinned and forced her legs apart. The night was looking up.
* * * *
Kaja felt like she was on fire. Her insides were burning. Poison. Someone—that mean gnome—had poisoned her. She groaned, and her legs drew up. She tried to slap away Dante’s hands, but he did something and it felt so good, she moaned. He was slipping his fingers into that secret part of her.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t.”
He didn’t want her, not really. He might wish to slip his male parts into her, but he would walk away. She wasn’t sure why he was playing with her. Why would he wish to put his fingers inside her woman’s place?
“Stop it, Kaja,” he said in a deep voice.
She looked up and saw his magnificent fangs on heart-stopping display. They were long and so white it made her sigh. He was beautiful. She loved his lean body. It was so different from the bulky bodies of the pack males, but no less strong. The First’s body was elegant. He wouldn’t overwhelm her with his weight. His eyes were the green of the forest. She enjoyed looking at him. At Dante. She knew she would not enjoy the physical process of mating, but he did not seem like a man who would walk away when he was done. He had allowed her to be close to him. Perhaps the mating would not be so bad if he wrapped his arms around her afterward.
She’d been overjoyed at the thought of mating with such a creature. Then he’d told her of his plan, and she’d known. She was in the same situation she’d been in with the pack. He didn’t want a family with her. He only wanted his pleasure. He wasn’t any different. She didn’t belong here, either. This place was filled with pain.
She tried to move away from him. He was caressing her in a way that made her uncomfortable. It was too intimate. He shouldn’t do such things.
“Why not, sweetheart?” Dante asked, and she realized she’d said what she was thinking. He was merciless. One hand was on her stomach holding her down while the other did strange things to her. She squirmed, trying to unseat his probing fingers. “Don’t you like it?”
She didn’t. It was disturbing. His hand covered that part of her that was aching. She needed to cool it down, but he blanketed her instead. She didn’t like the way he rubbed her. And then she did. He rubbed the pad of his thumb firmly across her core, and she cried out. A heat poured from her center. She moaned as he continued.
He was smiling down at her, looking pleased with himself. “See, you liked that, didn’t you? You are ridiculously wet. You would feel so good. Your little pussy is tight as a fucking vise. This Second of yours, he was an asshole, you know that, right? If he’d done that to you here, he would be arrested and tossed into jail.”
She didn’t understand half of what he was saying. Her body twitched from his magic.
“What is this feeling?” She panted as she asked the question. Her body felt pleasantly soft. His motions slowed and became languid.
“It’s called an orgasm,” he replied in that silky way of his. She loved his voice when it got thick like honey. Most of the time he spoke so quickly she lost track. She liked it when his tone got deep and husky. “You should have one every time a man touches you. If you don’t, punch him in the face. And that includes me.”
“I don’t want to punch you,” she replied honestly.
Dante’s green eyes were wide before he filled the room with his laughter. “Well, I’ll count myself lucky then. Kaja, I know you told me no just then and I kept touching you. I need you to understand I only did that because you’re in pain and you don’t understand how I can help you. You understand now, right?”
She nodded. He could give her…orgasms. She liked that word. She definitely liked that feeling.
He stared into her eyes. “Good, then you should understand that you can tell me no at any time. I signed papers to take care of you, but you get to pick this. Your body is your own. No one here can take that from you. It might have been normal on your plane, but we’re not criminals here.”
“He was the Second,” she tried to explain.
His hand came up to cup her face. “And you are Kaja Dellacourt. You are better than him. No one gets to take that fr
om you. Not even me. Do you understand?”
She didn’t but she liked how she felt when he looked at her like she was worthy. Maybe this place wasn’t so bad if she truly got to choose. “Yes, Dante.”
“I doubt that but I’ll make sure you do before all of this is over. Are you feeling better?”
He released her. Kaja missed the feel of his hands on her body. What was wrong with her? She forced herself to sit up.
“Yes,” she said quietly. The weakness was there, but the terrible burning between her legs was gone. She felt a fresh rush of arousal as Dante drew his fingers into his mouth. His tongue came out, and he licked his fingers clean. That was her essence on his fingers. It was dirty. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight.
He leaned forward. She could see her moisture on his lips. “What do you expect, darling? You taste good.”
She bit her lip, chewing nervously. “Do you taste good?”
The question was out before she could recall it. She had seen the fluid men left behind when they reached their pleasure.
“I have no idea. I’ve never tasted myself or any other dude. I don’t swing that way, though I’ve heard it’s pleasant. I like women, despite what the tabloids will tell you. Lay back. Do you remember what I said? About you not having to obey me? You can tell me no at any time and I will honor your wishes. I want you in this with me. But if you do as I ask, I promise there’s more orgasms for you.”
She did as he told her, aware that she was submitting. She knew she shouldn’t. It was an act of respect that he hadn’t earned beyond being able to hold her down, but she did it anyway. She found she didn’t want to break the contact they had. His hands felt so good on her skin. Sometimes it felt like she’d gone her whole lifetime without the sweetness of another soul brushing against her body. She sighed, all the while knowing in the morning she would leave. She wouldn’t wait to speak with Dante’s Second. Her senses told her there were forests nearby. She could lose herself there, but this night she would revel in the feel of his hands on her. She would pretend their mating was real.
“I want to make you feel good,” Dante was murmuring. She liked the way his eyes roamed her body. There was approval in them. “I think I need to teach you how we do it where I come from. What you call mating, my people call sex or fucking or making love.”
“Making love.” She tried the words out on her tongue. Dante’s hand cupped her breast. She felt herself swell in his palm. He stroked his hand around her flesh, his fingers lingering on her nipples.
“See, you’re a sensual thing,” he commended her. “Sex isn’t merely about penetration. It should involve all of the senses.” He straddled her. His knees surrounded her hips, and she liked the way he filled the space. He leaned over and ran his nose along her neck, breathing in her scent. She shivered deliciously everywhere he touched her. “You smell awfully good now, Kaja.”
She let his scent waft over her. He smelled so good, clean and masculine. She allowed her hands to drift up and touch his red-gold hair. It felt odd. Parts were slightly stiff, but she did not sense he was dirty.
“It’s called mousse. This hair doesn’t look this good on its own,” Dante explained with a smile. “You’re going to have to deal with my hygiene ritual, darling. We’ll make an appointment with a stylist when we get home. You’ll like spas.”
She wasn’t sure what a spa was, but she liked the way his face felt buried in her neck. She felt his fangs graze her skin. Was he going to bite her? She shivered at the prospect and wasn’t sure if she wanted it or not. She decided to distract him. “Is your pack nice?”
She wondered why his father did not wish for him to mate with one of the females of his pack.
Dante pulled his face from her neck. “Darling, I don’t have a pack. I have a family.” He looked at a loss for a moment. “You have no idea what I am, do you? Have you ever heard of a vampire?”
She shook her head.
He rolled off her and propped his head on his fist, lying on his side. His shirt was off, but he’d covered his lower body before calling in the wee ones. He kept his free hand on her stomach as though he didn’t want to break the contact, either. “Well, I’m different from you. I don’t eat meat.”
“How do you survive?” Only prey animals ate no meat. Animals that lived off fruits and grasses were prey. She couldn’t imagine Dante was prey.
“I live off blood.” Dante grinned and showed off his fangs. They were so much longer than hers or any of the pack males. She reached her hand out. He allowed her to touch them. When she pulled back, he continued. “My home plane is very advanced. It’s probably going to be a shock and seem like magic to you, but you’ll adapt. You’ll like it. My people used to drink the blood of animals to survive. I’m a little different than most vampires. I’m what’s called a royal. My fangs are specialized. I can feed from other vampires or species without ripping them apart. Most vampires can’t do that. They kill anything they feed from. I can take my nutrition from either animals, other vampires, or consorts, like you. I haven’t actually tried another sentient being, but I’m certainly thinking about it now.” He moved his hand up to her throat. He looked at it with great longing, his thumb moving across it like he was tracing a line. “You see, you’re what my people call a consort. Your blood is rich, and for someone like me, it can do some awesome things.”
“You wish to eat me?” Kaja began to scramble off the bed. She wasn’t sure of what he meant.
Dante was on her in an instant. He flipped her over and held her down with his weight. He put his fangs against her neck until she calmed. “I wish to feed from you, Kaja. It is an intimacy between husband and wife. In return, I’ll open a vein and let you taste me. You’ll heal faster and stay young longer with my blood in you. I won’t hurt you.”
“I am afraid,” Kaja answered honestly. “Your fangs are long. It will hurt.”
“No, it won’t, and I won’t do it until you’re comfortable with the idea. I would never harm you. Vampires take their consorts seriously. Trust me, from the way Colin moans, you’ll love it. Once we’re home, I’m going to force my parents to move my rooms. I hate listening to my sister have sex. It’s gross.” He stroked his hands along her back. She could feel that hard male part of him against her rear. He still wore his pants and made no move to divest himself of them, so she calmed. “Besides, I want you to be able to scream without any worry. I think we’re going to fit together nicely. I would try to convince you to let me taste you tonight, if it wouldn’t almost certainly cause my horrible death. I hope when I go I don’t explode the way some do. It’s nasty. Unless someone murders me, of course, and then I hope I cover the fucker.”
That horrible burning was back. It started as an itch and quickly grew, tormenting her center. What had Dante called it? He’d called it her pussy. Her pussy ached. She felt the hated tears start.
“Kaja?” Dante flipped her over. “It’s starting again? Don’t worry.” He slid down her body, spreading her legs as he went. “I’ll take care of it. I can do this all night, you know.”
“What are you doing?” She was a little panicked when she felt his breath above the dark curls of her pussy. “You should not.”
She looked down, and Dante’s gaze was savage in the dim light of the tent. Full night had fallen. The only illumination was candles and a strange device that held fire. Dante’s eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. He growled low in his throat and sounded nothing like the slick man he was before.
“You would rather ache and burn than let me help you? Give over to me. I can top you, Kaja. Don’t doubt it. Say yes and let me show you how good this can be.” He stared at her for a moment.
Kaja believed him. She stilled but not before she’d nodded her assent. He slid his fingers through her pussy, causing her to let her head fall back. How did he do that? She had never felt such sweet pleasure. The men of the pack had lied about what a female should expect. She wondered what else they had lied about.
“Fe
el better?”
She moaned her answer. He parted her and slid his fingers in. She couldn’t help the tremor that raced through her. She wanted more. She wanted more than his fingers.
“We’re going to wax you here, love,” he chuckled. “I like a bare pussy. It makes this easier, but I’ll suffer through tonight.”
“Oh,” Kaja exclaimed as she felt something lovely slide across her supersensitive skin. She looked down and saw Dante licking her, his tongue coming out of that sensual mouth of his. Her body began to shake. The burn was turning into something sweet.
“See, you like this,” he whispered. His words sizzled across her flesh. She could see her cream on his face. He lapped it up like it was the sweetest nectar. She watched as his tongue came out and swiped across her in a way that made her eyes blur. “This jewel is called your clitoris. Your clit is a sweet piece of flesh, love. You can touch it yourself, but it’s better if I do it for you. That way you can lay back and enjoy.”
This time when he placed his tongue on her clitoris, he also worked a finger into her pussy. Her hips moved of their own accord, seeking a harder rhythm. She was closing in on something. She wasn’t sure what, but she needed to find out where he was trying to take her. She felt so close. Close to pleasure. Close to him.
“Yes, baby,” he encouraged her. She noticed he was trying to watch her face. “Fuck my fingers. Show me what you need.”
She pushed against him as he adjusted his pace. He added another finger, stretching her. She felt him thrusting harder into her while his tongue was planted firmly against her clitoris. She was close, oh so close, to that lovely place. She let her feet find Dante’s shoulders, using his body to anchor hers. She gave over to the instincts riding her body. She fucked his fingers and his tongue. She liked that word. She liked fuck. Fucking felt like heaven, and she wondered what it would feel like to have him thrust his man part into her. She thought she would like this better because she could see him. When the mating happened, he would be behind her. She wanted to see his face.
