by Claire Marta
The vampire’s impressive erection was nestled in the small of her back. Jasmine tried to squirm away. A splayed hand on her hip though drew her back. Fingers began to lightly caress over her birthmark.
Then Asier licked the back of her neck. Jasmine shuddered as something inside her responded to the animalistic gesture. Going limp, her head dropped slightly forwards in submission.
“Did you know the – luna crescente – crescent moon is the symbol for growth?” He asked, words murmured against her skin. The movement of his lips sent a little vibration through her body.
Jasmine jerkily shook her head. All her senses felt on overload. This was starting to be too much. Asier was beginning to overwhelm her. Panting with shallow little breaths, she couldn’t fight the intoxicating excitement.
She felt a big hand cup her naked breast. Then fingers tweaked her taut sensitive nipple, as he fondled. Jasmine bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. A dull ache throbbed between her thighs.
“It is a pleasure to play with you Jasmine.” She felt him nuzzle her shoulder. The drag of his fangs against her skin had her quiver with anticipation. “Maybe when you are a little more trained, I will have the honour to do a little more with you. I would very much like to fuck you after a flogging at my club.”
“Please.” The plea was a tiny whimper.
Jasmine didn’t know if she was begging him to stop, or to put her out of her frustrated sexual misery. Asier had overpowered all her defences. A wisp of power abruptly crept through her senses. Insidious and dark, she felt it worm its way into the layers of her mind.
Panic squeezed Jasmine’s chest. Tensing up, she tried to hunch her shoulders unable to keep it out. When fear did a slow creep up her spine, she found herself defenceless to stop it. She knew this fear was irrational. Eric had told her he would not let anyone hurt her and she believed him. This though would not prevent the panic attack she was experiencing now.
Asier’s hand dipped beneath the material of the bikini bottoms. He cupped her mound almost possessively as he growled nipping at her shoulder. The creeping power she sensed coiled itself around her fears. Jasmine could feel it tugging on them like loose pieces of thread. Memories began to swiftly unravel. Eyes becoming large in her face they were bright with fear. Jasmine began to shake.
Asier’s finger sank deep inside her soaking wet pussy. She could feel it within her. Any pleasure she had felt at his touch vanished like smoke. Jasmine screwed her eyes shut, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. In a flash, she was transported back to a terrifying night that had changed her forever.
The damp grass was once more at her back as she struggled in vain. Dan’s weight was pinning her down. Rough hands were ripping at her clothes. Jasmine’s fear became blinding. Then a pair of red burning eyes flashed through her mind.
Panic choked her forcing a whimper from her lips.
“Enough.”
Opening terror filled eyes, she found Eric standing before them. His face was an icy mask of remoteness, but anger blazed in his gaze. The Italian’s hands pulled away from her body.
“Mi dispiace - Forgive me.” Asier responded with surprise. “I did not mean to over step any of the boundaries you set.”
Squeezing her eyes shut again, a little wail of distress left Jasmine’s throat. She couldn’t escape the maelstrom of memories and sensations. There did not seem to be a way to shut them off.
“Jasmine, are you alright cara?” Asier’s voice asked her laden with concern.
Numbly she nodded.
“No, she is in distress.” Simon said, suddenly beside them. “I can sense an old trauma has surfaced. Has she suffered a physical abuse in the past?”
***
Eric cursed.
“You should not have brought her down here, if that is true.” Lida called from the sofa. She sounded a little too smug.
Eric ignored her. Hastily he began to unlock the handcuffs. Jasmine’s skin was pallid. A sheen of perspiration covered her forehead and she was cold to the touch.
Asier caught her gently when her legs went out beneath her. She had begun to shake more violently now. The tremors were uncontrollable. Had she gone into shock?
Carefully the Italian placed her in his arms. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Eric shook his head. “No my friend, I shall see to her. It was my fault for allowing her to play. I should never have brought her down here.”
I SHALL NOT LET ANOTHER touch you while we are here.” Eric assured Jasmine quickly.
She did not respond. Head resting against his chest, her eyes remained closed. Tremors racked her little fragile form. He could feel them as he carried her swiftly down the corridor to their room.
Eric felt a sense of panic well inside him. She had been fine. Excitement had been visible, her fast heartbeat and eyes dilated with pleasure had indicated that.
Jasmine’s arousal had been a pleasing scent. He could not understand the swiftness of this change. She had been enjoying herself. What in damnation had happened?
Conall I need you in my room now. The command was curt, as he whispered into his friend’s mind. All that mattered now was Jasmine.
***
Jasmine’s eyes were screwed tightly shut. She was barely aware of anything around her.
“Lass, can you hear me?” The male voice was familiar.
Curling her arms protectively around her chest, she continued to tremble. Terrifying memories were drowning her. She was finding it hard to draw air into her lungs. Lost in them, the pain and fear was overwhelming. She couldn’t break free. Her mind was trapped.
Hands took gentle hold of her wrists and tugged her arms free. “Jasmine can you hear me?” The voice asked again.
A fizzing sensation began from where they touched. Flowing outwards, a million tiny frothing bubbles seemed to burst all at once through the layers of her skin until it hit her bloodstream. The feeling wasn’t painful. Instead it was ticklish as it rushed up her arms.
Jasmine’s panic began to ease. Foaming through her veins it wound its way through her body, washing away the tension. The memories faded. Taking a steadying breath, Jasmine slowly opened her eyes. She could feel the tenderness of her bottom against the mattress where Asier had spanked her. The globes were still throbbing and tender. Hissing in discomfort she shifted uncomfortably.
Kneeling before her was Conall.
“Feeling better?” He asked in his Irish flavoured accent.
“Yes.” Jasmine managed to give a shaky smile.
Very slowly he let go of her wrists and sat back on his heels. His emerald green eyes took in her face assessing. Concern was etched on his features.
“Jasmine are you alright?” Eric asked with worry. He hovered behind the other man. His hair was messed, as if he had been running a hand through it anxiously.
Realising her breasts were bare and Conall could see them, she flushed with embarrassment. Lifting her hands she covered her chest. Fuck this was awkward. Back in the basement, she hadn’t been fully aware, too lost in the heady mix of sensations. Then, when the fear had crept in, she had been focused on that. Now though she was mortified everyone had seen her boobs.
“I…it was a panic attack.” Jasmine explained. “I’m sorry.”
Eric pulled off a blanket from the end of the bed. Gently he draped it over her front. Jasmine grabbed hold of it and anchored it against her nakedness. Feeling embarrassed, she did not know where to look. Whatever Conall had done, it had taken away the blinding fear leaving her calmer.
Reaching across to the bedside table, Conall retrieved a cup. “Here sip this. It will make you feel better.”
Wrapping her hand around it, she took a few grateful gulps. The fruity taste of wine flowed down her throat. As it hit the pit of her stomach in a warm glow, Jasmine began to relax.
“Forgive me Kitten. I did not realise this would happen.” Eric told her sincerely.
Jasmine shook her head. “It’s not your fault…I felt someon
e’s power focusing on my fears, but I don’t know who it was. It happened way too fast.”
***
Eric stilled. Someone had used their abilities against her. Yet it had been so subtle he had missed it. This was unsettling. He was still not aware of all the powers of the vampires who lived here. The culprit he could only guess at.
Eric suspected he knew very well why Jasmine had experienced the panic attack. He cursed himself inwardly for his stupidity. His feisty female had confided to him that she had once been raped. Whoever had forced their power onto her had used this against her. Being bound and touched by a stranger had no doubt brought back such harrowing memories. He should have made excuses for her tonight. She should have stayed safely in their room. Now it was far too late for such regrets. He had failed her.
“I’m glad Conall was able to help.” He replied softly.
Conall who was still kneeling slowly rose to his feet. “You’ll be fine now lass.”
“Thank you.” Jasmine gave him a small smile of gratitude.
“I shall see to Jasmine now, thank you Conall.”
With a nod, the Irish vampire left quietly with a soft click of the door. Eric was grateful to his comrade for his aid. Now though he needed to take care of the girl.
Slowly Eric unclasped the collar. With a toss of his wrist, he sent it flying into the corner of the room. Scooting back, Jasmine crawled beneath the blankets. With a jerky yank, she then pulled of the bikini briefs and threw them onto the floor.
“Jasmine, would you tell me what happened to you that night? In the past.” Eric asked. Stripping quickly he rid himself of his clothing. The need to give her comfort was surging through him. Eric wanted to make this right.
“I told you.” Her voice was quiet. Blankets rustled as she turned on her side to face away from him.
Naked, Eric slipped into the bed. He wanted to hold her, but feared rejection. Instead, he lay on his side facing her bare back. “No, you did not. If it is not too much to bear, I would like you to tell me everything.”
“Why?”
Reaching out his hand, he held it inches from her spine. He wanted to touch her so badly. The need burned through him. “Perhaps it might help.”
“You’ve already helped me Eric.” Her voice was a soft murmur. “You got me past my fear of intimacy. Tonight, someone pushed me into remembering. I was fine up until then.”
Sliding forwards, he wrapped his arms around her. She didn’t pull away. In fact she relaxed into him. “I shall not push you to tell me Kitten.”
The medallion he still wore was pressed between them. Jasmine was silent for so long, he thought she might have fallen asleep.
“My boyfriend’s name was Dan.” Her voice was small but he heard her easily. “I met him through work, it was just a regular shop job back then...when I was normal like everyone else. We dated for a month and a half. He…was a sweet guy, always so nice to me, patient with me wanting to wait for a while before we had sex…I got a phone call from him one evening.”
Eric could feel her tensing up. Snuggling closer, he silently offered her protection and comfort. He could not go back and save her, but he could let her know she was safe now.
“We met up in a park that evening. It was late and the gates were usually locked, but Dan had managed to get it open somehow. The moment I saw him, I knew something was wrong. He was different…It wasn’t really Dan.”
Suddenly she rolled staring up at him with large fearful eyes. “No one believed me Eric…but somehow I knew it wasn’t him. I could just suddenly sense it.”
This Eric realised must have been the event that triggered her gifts. It was always violent for a sensitive.
“His voice sounded the same.” Jasmine continued, almost choking out the words. “But the things he said to me, Dan would never have said. Then his eyes started to glow red…like burning hot coals…He chased me, I...I couldn’t fight him and then he…”
Eric pulled her against his chest as she started to sob. Pain lanced through his chest. Her pain was his. He knew very well what had happened next, there was no need for her to speak of the defilement.
“I have you safe Jasmine, you are safe.” He rocked her gently, whispering soothingly against her ear.
Every word she had spoken, he believed. Monsters like that did exist in the world. When they broke supernatural laws or caused atrocities, he was one of the hunters to pursue them. He was their executioner.
What had attacked her was unclear. Quite a few creatures had hell-fire eyes.
Had Jasmine’s been brought to justice? This was knowledge he burnt to know. If it had not, then he would willingly seek it out and end its existence. Unfortunately there was no way to tell. Eric pressed his lips tenderly to her forehead. He then held her close until she fell in an exhausted sleep.
JASMINE AWOKE SLOWLY. AN ACHE throbbed between her thighs and her breasts felt tender. Eric held her close, tucked against the side of his big naked muscled body. She felt safe. Protected. A lump rose in Jasmine’s throat. No one had ever made her feel this way before. Being so near him made her happy.
A warm feeling expanded in the area of her heart. Did she love Eric? She was sure starting to feel that way, a fragile love that was starting to burn more fiercely the more time they spent together. A feeling stronger than anything she’d ever had before.
Much more than the affectionate love she had felt for Dan. No, this left her heart aching. Yet she barely knew Eric. How could she have fallen for him so fast?
“Why is it that I always need to touch you?” Eric muttered huskily in her ear. “Taste you with my tongue, feel your heartbeat against my own. Somehow you have gotten beneath my skin, past my icy veneer.”
Jasmine jumped. She hadn’t realised that he was awake. Gently he rolled her onto her back. She could feel the cool surface of the medallion resting against the curve of her breast.
“You drive me to madness Jasmine. You make me feel things when I should not.” His warm breath tickled her neck as he continued to speak. “Just one bite is never enough. I crave you oh so much more. You have bewitched me.”
He was seducing her with his hot heated words, his mouth, his touch. The things which left his lips made her heart beat faster. She was more than aware of how naked they both were. Maybe it was more than just sex. Did this vampire have feelings for her after all?
Trailing fingertips drew slowly, teasingly down her body. “I would bury myself between your silken thighs and spend eternity there if I could. I would fuck you until neither of us could move or think.”
As if to emphasize his meaning, one long blunt finger sank between the dampness between her legs. She was already wet and ready. Had been the moment she had awoken.
“Do you crave to have me inside you Jasmine? Do you want to feel my cock filling you? Does it leave you aching without it?”
Eric caught her gasp of excitement against his lips. They brushed gently back and forth against her mouth. Inhaling her breath, he drew it in, making it his own.
Jasmine moved restlessly beneath him. The finger inside her had begun to pump slowly in and out of her excited pussy, as she mewled softly. The frigid sweep of the vampire’s power prickled across her senses, its bitter cold caressing her limbs. Eric’s power was never painful. Somehow it just made everything feel more pleasurable.
“Never have I lusted for a female so hard, so long. You have haunted me since Paris. Just the thought of you, has me hard and ready. You make me weak.”
Taking her hand, he pressed it against his thick aroused flesh. Jasmine closed her fingers eagerly around the velvety hot shaft. Jerking in her palm, it swelled even harder. Eric groaned pulling her hand away. Kissing her jawline he grazed them down her shoulder.
They trailed heatedly down the valley between her breasts. Then he licked her stomach in a rough swipe with the flatness of his tongue.
Moaning Jasmine clutched his short tousled hair. “I thought we weren’t going to have sex again until this case
was over.” Her words came out as a long gaspy groan.
“I shall keep to my word.” He pressed a kiss against her inner thigh. “I just need a taste of your sweetness.”
She bit excitedly at her bottom lip. Was he going to bite her? When his tongue teased her clit, Jasmine’s back arched off the bed, a strangled sound of bliss leaving her throat. Panting she looked down. Seeing his dark head between her thighs was an erotic sight. His big hands were holding them apart, as he tongued her again.
“Sorry to interrupt, but Mark wants to see you.” Twitch’s voice abruptly murmured into the room.
Jasmine squealed in surprise. Legs clamping shut jerkily, she hit Eric in the face with her knee. He cursed rearing back as the medallion swung from side to side against his chest.
Fangs out, he glared around with a murderous look, his power rising rapidly. The room plunged into frozen coldness and a low icy fog crept slowly across the floor. Goosebumps raced across Jasmine’s skin. She shivered. Yanking up a blanket she swaddled it around her.
“Calm your tits. I can’t see anything.” The techno mage’s voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. “I don’t have any electronic eyes in the room remember.”
“Thank fuck for that.” Jasmine snapped.
“I was trying to wait for all your moaning and panting to stop, but then figured you might keep going, if I didn’t speak up.” He continued making the whole thing worse. “Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself listening in.”
Eric growled a deep animalistic sound that rumbled from his throat. His nostrils were flaring and she could see he was struggling for control.
“Are you all naked and sweaty Jazzy?” Her friend’s tone had dropped to an intimate purr.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Jasmine muttered loudly glaring around the room. “I thought you couldn’t do this unless I activated the magic in the phone.”
Twitch gave a raspy chuckle. “Well...that wasn’t completely true. Relax, I won’t tell Mark what you were up to.”
