It sent me crying out into my own orgasm. My whole body pulsed with each spurt, her pussy answering with a pulse of its own. Still breathing hard, I gave her one last lingering kiss then rolled off so I didn’t crush her. A feeling of strength filled me from our lovemaking, much as her blood would have.
“Mmmmm. You felt so good inside me.” She snuggled up against me, one leg bent over mine.
“Kierra, you are amazing. So much passion.” I ran my fingers through her hair. My hand rested on her tummy -- which growled loud enough for even a mortal to hear. She flushed red.
“Sounds like you need feeding. Should I go put some kibble in a bowl?”
She slapped my arm and glared before rolling out of bed. Damn, one fine ass on that woman. I crooked an arm behind my head to watch while she shimmied into those sinfully tight jeans. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and strode from the room like a queen, not a slave.
Shit. How was I going to sell her submission to the circle? Heaving a sigh, I joined her in the kitchen, still thinking.
As if on cue my phone rang. Adriana’s sultry voice purred through the phone. “Dekker, the full moon gathering is tomorrow night. The entire inner circle will be in attendance as well as other prominent members of the community. I suggest you be there with your well mannered blood slave. Ferine continues to agitate others about you, including your writing. Many find your public persona worrisome.”
“I will, of course, be honored to attend. Where is the gathering being held?” It took all I had to keep my voice polite. How dare he stir trouble after a direct attack on my house? That mangy dog needed to be brought to heel.
Maybe Segrun could get here faster…
“I’ll text you the location. It will be dressy, not some blood orgy.” I couldn’t miss the slight irritation in her voice. Maybe she’d had enough of Ferine’s shit too.
“Excellent. I look forward to it.” I hung up then paced in thought. My gaze returned to Kierra quietly munching at the counter. “Pet, do you need anything special to wear with that killer red dress of yours? Heels? Hose?”
She glanced over her shoulder at me. “I’ll need to check. Is that your way of asking me on a date?”
I chuckled. “Sort of. We’ll be attending the full moon gathering so I can show off my very sexy and submissive blood slave to all the inner circle and other heads of houses.”
“Oh.”
I hopped up on the barstool next to her. “Pet, you will be on display as my blood slave, not my date. You need to appear submissive, or the circle might try to interfere. So let’s go over the protocols.”
She sighed loudly.
“I know you don’t like the idea, but this is a test for both of us. We can’t afford to fail, and we have to go.”
She nodded. “Got it, play slave or die. I’ll do my best.”
Chapter Seven
Despite my nerves over tonight, I couldn’t help but enjoy his huge shower. Custom tile with a large dragon covered the back wall. Dual rain shower heads were set up for two, and it had a hand held massager. The floor looked like round river rock. It felt decadent under my feet. I’d nearly finished showering when he opened the door to join me.
“Evening, pet.” His impressive dick pressed up against my ass. Strong hands stroking and tweaking my breast to hardness. My sex slicked with desire.
“Not tonight, Dek. Do you have any idea how long it takes just for my hair to dry? Not to mention styling it, putting on makeup, etc. I’m trying not to have to rush,” I explained as I tried to slip past him and out of the shower.
His strong arm caught me around the middle. “We can be fashionably late.” His lips nibbled along my neck to my shoulder. “I need to refresh my claim so there aren’t any misunderstandings. Just a quick nip, not a full feeding. OK?”
I sighed as if being taxed beyond patience, but my sex already throbbed in anticipation. “If you have to…”
He laughed, nipping my ear. “Scamp.” His lips brushed my neck again.
“Dek, wait.” I pushed at his arms until he let me go. I turned around. “Can you do it from the front this time?”
He smiled brightly and bent to seize my mouth with his, then lipped his way across my jaw to the base of my throat. I wrapped my arms around him and took a deep breath.
“Relax, Kierra, it won’t hurt, nor will it be as intense as last time.” I felt his smile on my skin. “Although I think we might want to deal with any bite lust before you put that pretty red dress on. I’d hate to mess it up before we get to the party.”
I started to chuckle and he bit. A flush of pleasure swept through my breasts, bringing my nipples to hard attention, then shot all the way to my sex, flooding me with need. I pressed into his hard dick and moaned.
His hands swept down to part my thighs and tease over my sex. His mouth dropped to take my aching nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it. I moaned and arched into his mouth, spread for his probing fingers.
“Damn, pet, you’re already wet for me.”
“Mmm, then fuck me already.” I took a firm hold of his dick and started stroking it. He gasped and thrust into my hand. With a suddenness that took my breath, he pulled me out of the shower and set me on the counter. I spread my legs for him, loving the rapt look on his face as I opened for him. I stroked a finger over my nether lips and his cock jumped.
“Hmm, somebody’s anxious.”
I chuckled deep in my throat. He dropped to the floor and licked a trail of fire up the inside of my thigh. He parted the hair and placed a full kiss on my labia. I moaned and leaned back on my arms giving him as much room as I could. His tongue swiped across my sex. I moaned and let my head fall back.
He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue until I thought I would go mad from the sensations. No one had ever gone down on me before. Now I know why he liked it so much.
His tongue speared into me. I cried and tried to press into him.
“Careful, don’t want you to fall off.”
“Shit, Dek, then finish me. I need you in me, please.” I didn’t care how needy I sounded, I just wanted his hard, thick dick buried to the balls inside me.
He stood and thrust home in a single move. I cried out and bucked up. His thumb found my clit and circled it as he thrust hard and fast into me. I moaned and cried out with each exquisite surge.
“Come for me, pet. Scream for me.” He rolled my clit between his fingers and I rocketed over the edge. I cried out and pulsed again as he shot his semen deep into me.
“Damn, that was good. I think I need another shower.” I smiled up at him and he helped me hop off the counter and back into the shower.
I had to rush a bit, but it was worth it. I shooed him out of the room as soon as I could to finish dressing, slipping the simple red sheath over my body and smoothing it down. It showed every curve and dip. I might as well have been painted red. If only I’d lost that last ten pounds it would look really good. I stepped into my heels and with a last tug at the hem, stepped into the main room.
Dekker stood by the window petting Sass. He’d pulled his blond hair back in a ponytail. Dressed in black slacks, a thin black cashmere sweater and steel grey sport coat, he looked like a fashion model straight out of GQ. I felt so out of my league. What was I thinking, going anywhere on the arm of such a gorgeous man?
Then I noticed his dropped jaw and hot stare as his gaze roved over me.
“Dek, do I look OK? I don’t think I’m skinny enough for this dress.” He gave no sign he’d heard me. “Dekker?”
He shook himself. “Oh, pet, you look… good.”
“Dekker, what’s wrong, you keep staring.”
He snickered and walked toward me. “What did you expect, dressed like that? All I can think about is how soon I can peel that sexy wrapping off your gorgeous, sexy body. You should have more dresses like this one.”
I felt heat rise to my face. “A friend gave this to me a few years ago. We were supposed to go fishing, catch and release she cal
led it. But I moved before I got the chance.” I didn’t tell him it was supposed to make me feel better after my last disastrous relationship left me feeling ugly and worthless.
“Catch and release?” Dekker looked puzzled for a moment, then started chuckling. “No doubt the fish would have been jumping to get in your net. Although, pet, it’s really unfair to the other women for you to trawl in that dress.”
I felt my face get even redder. Could he really think I was pretty?
“Here, I got this repaired.” He handed me a box with the silver choker in it.
I started to put it on. “Not that one, I have something much better for dressy occasions.” He held up a gold collar necklace made to curve along the base of my throat, dipping between the collarbones. It was about a half inch wide and etched with Norse runes. A single drop of amber hung from the point, a red stone just above it.
I took it with trembling hands. “Dekker, is this solid gold?”
He smiled. “Of course it is, and that’s amber. The red stone is garnet.”
“These are runes. What does it say? Property of Dekker?” I winced. That hadn’t come out right, but no one had ever handed me such an exquisite piece of jewelry.
He chuckled. “No, a protection prayer. Now, etched into the amber is my mark and essence.”
I handed it back. “I can’t take this. It’s too much for a slave to have.” At the moment I wasn’t sure if I was kidding about the slave part or not.
He smiled and moved behind me. “Since I own you, I own everything on you. And I want you to wear it.” He set it around my neck and fastened it. It fit like it had been made for me.
“When I saw this piece I knew I wanted it for you. I’ve just been waiting for him to finish the inscriptions and spells. Yes, it has real protection spells in it. And I had stronger ones set into the silver one, too. Here, earrings to match and two wrist bands.”
I took them with shaking hands. I felt too stunned to say anything.
“Come, look at yourself.” He tugged me into the bathroom. I stared wide eyed at the mirror. Who was that beautiful woman staring back?
“See, Kierra, you are stunning.” He kissed my neck over the faint trace of his last bite. I shivered from the rush of warmth. “Now come, we mustn’t keep the circle waiting.”
Dek guided me out through the garage, past his Harley to a covered car. I gasped when he whipped the cover off the shiny black sports car, a little Mercedes of some kind. All I really knew about cars was this one looked expensive. I doubted he’d made that much money as an author but then he had been a Viking noble of some kind.
Dekker just grinned and took my arm.
“I thought you drove a Harley?” I stammered. I had wondered how I would manage to ride sidesaddle in the short tight dress.
“I do, but not tonight. Tonight, pet, it’s all about reminding the circle I am a man of resources. Hopefully, someone will muzzle Ferine and then I won’t be forced to kill the prick. Not that killing him bothers me, I just would rather avoid the clean up.” He opened my door and I slid onto the butter leather seat. I couldn’t help but grin as Dekker stared at my legs until I had them safely tucked inside. A warm tingle settled into my sex to match the growing bulge in his slacks.
The engine purred to life. I had never been in a car like this, or worn hundreds of dollars worth of custom gold jewelry. Oddly, I felt like a high priced call girl… and liked it.
We drove a good half hour out of the city to reach the gathering. The Mercedes purred into the circular drive in front of a beautiful old art deco style mansion. The large double doors stood open and the entry held plenty of folks staring at us. I took the valet’s offered hand and managed a credible movie star in small sports car extraction. Hopefully without showing off my thong. Dekker tossed the man the keys and headed for the door without a backward glance at me. I followed as he’d instructed, just to the side and half a step behind. Normally slaves should be a full step back but he wanted me where he could see me.
A whistle of appreciation hissed out of Nate’s mouth as we entered. He waited with a group of five other vampires.
“Nice.” Nate gave me that drop dead gorgeous smile.
I kept my eyes down as Dekker had told me to. If nothing else, he wouldn’t be able to see me ogling his friend. Nate looked like a rich playboy with an entourage. Dekker greeted each man with a handshake and slap on the shoulder. As he moved deeper into the opulent mansion, they fell in around and behind him. Dekker’s entourage now.
I noticed several men looking me over but keeping just far enough away not to touch. We made our way through the middle of the house, tiled in marble with grand pillars, twin sweeping staircases like something out of an antebellum mansion, and filled with expensive antique furniture. Drop dead gorgeous women in scant skirts and halter-tops wound through the crowd serving drinks. Music floated in from the back of the house. I felt we should all have been in old forties style movie star gowns.
Double doors opened to the immaculate gardens and terraces behind the mansion. More well dressed people milled about talking, drinking and even laughing. The buzz of noise quieted as we exited the house then burst out even louder.
Adriana swept up in a lovely strapless gown that perfectly fit the mansion. “Dekker, so good to see you. Welcome to my home.” She offered her hands. He took them and then kissed both cheeks, European style.
“I see you’ve collared her. Hmmm, the smith’s work?” Dekker nodded with a smile. “My, sparing no expense.”
Dekker shrugged as if it were a minor thing. “I thought it would look nice. And eventually, I will be taking her out and about. Can’t have her in old leather.”
I felt flushed by all the attention. Others began to crowd in to greet Dekker and ogle me closely. I felt a presence behind me and glanced back to see Nate and Ace directly behind us both, almost like bodyguards. Dekker began to move slowly through the throng, stopping to greet and exchange pleasantries along the way. I’d no idea the romance writer/former Viking warrior could work a crowd like a seasoned politician.
I noticed others being followed by collared men and a few women. Now I could see just what he meant by submissive. He was right, he’d have had to break me to get me to behave like that. Or, convince me my life depended on it.
Every now and then he would pull me close or stroke my arm. One particular man leered at me the whole time he exchanged pleasantries with Dekker.
Finally, we found a quieter corner surrounded by the walls of the terrace on two sides. Dekker sat in the corner behind a small table with Nate and Ace. Others of their group stationed themselves like bodyguards. I’d seen a few others with such groups, including Ferine who had been unable to make his way to Dekker through the crowd. At least once I’d seen Adriana intercept him. Keeping the peace I guessed.
“Here, pet, sit with me.” He patted a spot on the bench next to him. I slipped past Ace and slid in beside him. He draped his arm over my shoulder, caressing his bite. My breath caught as heat flushed me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his lips twitching, holding back a smile. Behind the wall I heard Ferine’s voice.
“The man has no sense of propriety, dressing his slave like that and letting her sit with him.”
Another deep voice snickered. “If that were mine, I’d sure as hell dress it up. And I don’t know where you got the idea he isn’t using her, I can smell it from here.”
I couldn’t help blushing.
Dekker leaned close. “They know you can hear them. Ferine never did have any manners.” He lipped the rim of my ear for good measure. I wished we’d spent more time in the shower working off my bite lust. At this rate, not only would my skimpy thong be soaked but so would my dress.
Adriana and two other well-dressed male vampires joined us. The swarthy looking one had a collared man standing behind him, waiting on his every whim. Drinks appeared. For the vampires. Dekker had told me blood slaves ate and drank at their master’s whim. My throat felt parched.
“Pet, go fetch yourself something to drink. There’s a bar inside to the left. Talk to no one except at the bar. Understand?” He stroked down my arm, turned my palm over and petted it. Tingles radiated up my arm.
“Forgive my question but what if someone speaks to me?” I asked as quietly as I could. His lips curled slightly, telling me I’d done well.
“You may tell them you are not allowed to speak with them. Be polite,” he instructed then released his hold on me. I slid off the bench and past Ace.
I found the bar easily enough. At first I’d been uncertain about getting through the crowd. They leered but no one tried to stop me. It gave me courage; that and I’d never had so many men ogle me. Like I was beautiful. I ordered a glass of red wine. The bartender looked at my gold collar with a raised brow.
“You must be the gorgeous new blood slave I keep hearing about. And honey, none of them are doing you justice. Here.” He handed me the glass, careful not to touch me. What was that about? On the way back, I paid attention to how close others would get to me. All the wait staff and other collared folks avoided even looking at me. Most vamps even seemed to shift slightly out of my way, careful not to touch me. His protection spell? Or something else? It didn’t really matter. I would answer to Dekker and only Dekker. I lifted my chin and walked like my friend had taught me all those months ago. “Work it, girl,” she’d said.
I worked it.
Chapter Eight
I stopped in mid sentence, stunned to silence by the honey haired angel in red parting the crowd on her way straight back to me. No, not an angel, but a tawny lioness prowling her way back to me. That skintight dress showed every luscious curve on her tanned body. Damn, where had she learned to walk like that? Where had the uncertain but lovely blood slave gone? This woman walked like she owned the place. Heads turned following her. They just better not do more than look!
“Dekker, what’s the matter with you?” Adriana asked obviously irritated. “Your fangs are showing.”
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