by Foxx, Nia K.
“I haven’t done much here because I know how particular women are about decorating. In fact I thought I still had several more years before bringing my mate here.”
“Your who…” Her next words trailed off but were replaced with a scream that had Dumitri plugging his ears.
Kyra thrashed as a hovering Dumitri secured a gag around her mouth. She stared up at him in wide-eyed wonderment. There was nothing holding him in place. She was sure of that, yet he levitated over her as if it were a natural everyday occurrence.
“Let’s try this again. As I said before, you are one of the Worthy, a race of people that are both human and vampire. Capable of fully mating with a vampire and creating life. It is through you that I’ll be able to walk uninhibited in the daylight and will know complete joy.”
This is joke, I’m human. I would know if I were something else, she ranted mentally knowing he would be able to hear her, as unbelievable as that still was to her.
“To all but your true life mate that is what you appear to be. Now that I’ve found you, I can unleash the dormant part of your genetics.”
And what if it’s not what I want? I’m happy with my life as it is. I don’t want to be a vampire.
“I realize this is hard for you to take in. I wish there was some way I could make it easier for you accept.”
I will never accept it, never accept you.
Kyra watched as some unreadable emotion flashed over his eyes before the feral look took hold causing them to glow the same way she’d witnessed the night before.
“I am sorry you feel that way because you will be mine Kyra, make no mistake about it.”
Without so much as a touch from him, she heard the shredding of fabric and stared in bewilderment as her clothes pulled from her body. Dumitri’s eyes glowed even brighter as the ruined material was tossed across the room, leaving her exposed to him.
The predator in him roared in triumph as his conquest lay helpless before him.
Please, Dumitri, I don’t want this.
“Even if I wanted to, there is nothing that can be done to change our destiny, meu dulciuri. You must submit to me fully.”
I won’t.
“Then I will have to prove to you that you need this just as much as I do.” His ravenous eyes feasted on her displayed breasts, her nipples pebbled under his hungry gaze. “Your body gives you away. Even now your breasts beg for my touch, the feel of my teeth plucking those beautifully dark nipples.”
Kyra watched as Dumitri’s settled on the bed between her parted legs. She tugged frantically on the bindings as his clothing seemed to disintegrate from his muscled frame. With slow deliberateness he ran long fingers up her legs, tracing the contours of her body, up rounded hips, and still further past her slender waist.
“Should I give you what you really want?” His hot breath sent shivers over her sensitive flesh, causing an instant reaction in her body. She closed her eyes against the sight of him lingering just above her aroused body, wishing he wasn’t right.
Dear God, she wanted him to taste her. Wanted him inside her. She’d seen him do some pretty fantastical things could he be influencing her too? Maybe that’s what it was some sort of vampire compulsion.
No I would never do that to you.
The first contact of his swirling tongue on her nipple had moisture flooding her core. He flicked the nipple with several swipes before clamping his mouth over the distended flesh. Kyra groaned, biting into the soft material of the gag. As if sensing her body’s instant reaction, he trailed one hand between her thighs and pushed a finger into her inviting channel, using his thumb to stimulate her clit.
His tandem manipulation made her breathing shallow. He slid another finger into her hot cunt, plundering her body with deep thrusts.
Dumitri lifted his head to watch her enjoy the pleasure his fingers were causing, his pulsing erection pressed against the soft satiny sheets. How he wanted to bury himself inside her, to lose himself in the feel of her creamy, tight sheath, but he would have to wait until much later to take his pleasure.
“Should I stop, my sweet?”
Go to… h… ell, came the mental response, although her body’s reaction gave her away. Her undulating hips pushing off the bed urged him on.
He whipped the cloth from her mouth. “What was that?”
“I said… oooohhhhh.” She whimpered as a third digit was added to his fingering.
He stopped. “Tell me what you want.”
She cried out in protest at the abrupt halt of his ministrations. “Screw yourself,” she bit out.
“Is that what you wish to see?” He eased his hips closer until his cock was mere inches from her hot channel. He grabbed his shaft in one hand, stroking it slowly. He grew larger when she licked her lips absently; her gave focused on his movements.
Dumitri rubbed the tip of the heavy head against her dark folds, pushing forward until he reached the slick pink nubbin hidden away. He made several measured strokes over her clit before he slipped partially into her welcoming tightness, pulling out only to tease her with several more unhurried strokes before sinking into her again. He alternated between the manipulations until she arched off the bed, the restraints pulling taut.
“You need only tell me what it is you want.” His strained voice revealed how torturous this game was even to him.
At her silence, he pulled away again leaving little room for contact. Kyra watched as he slowly undid the bindings on her ankles. He couldn’t be giving up. Not now when her body throbbed so much. She caught her breath as he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, lifting her so far up that only her shoulders and head remained on the bed. She stared up at him, eyes wide, as his mouth clamped down on her hairless mound. She bucked against the currents that radiated through her body, only to have her hips secured in his strong hold. He tongued her with firm long strokes, all the while watching her with those predatory, glowing eyes.
“Tell me.” He ground against her dripping cunt. “I… I…”
He raised his head, blowing cool air on her bared flesh. “Tell me, my sweet.”
“I want you… damn you.”
Dumitri clucked his tongue at her response. “I’m sure you can do better than that.”
She cursed under her breath, uncertain if it were at him or her treacherous body.
“I want you, please.”
He licked her with one long drag of his tongue. “Do you want all of me, my sweet?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He loosened his hold, allowing her body to slide down to the bed again.
His throbbing veined cock was poised outside her wet channel. “You are mine, now and forever. Do you submit?”
She nodded. Couldn’t speak, only feel. Her entire body ached with need.
“You must say the words,” he growled. “Tell me and I will end the torment.”
“I submit to you, to whatever you want,” she whimpered in defeat.
Without further urging, he thrust into her, his stiff shaft driving into her so completely she thought he would reach her womb. He plowed her with deep repetitive thrusts, growling ownership over her body. She surprised herself by matching his movements, pound for delicious pound.
“Give yourself to me,” he groaned.
Not sure why she knew what he meant but too far gone to question herself, she bared her neck to him, wanting to feel the sinking of his fangs into her flesh. She didn’t have long to wait. He continued to ram his full length inside of her while drinking thirstily of her very essence.
“Oh yes!” She yelled her completion to the heavens, her cunt convulsing around him in a succession of throbs.
He came in a long rush, filling her as he buried himself deeply inside her greedy pussy. He was overcome with emotions he’d never thought to experience.
He made an incision in his wrist.
“Drink.” He offered her the open vein like the night before. He’d taken too much from her t
his evening, could tell that she was weak. Before she could protest, he pressed the open wound against her lips certain that she would be unable to resist the offered temptation. He was right. She drank from him with fervor, like a starving man sitting down to his first meal. His still erect cock jerked at the phenomenon of having her full lips sucking him. When he was certain she’d had her fill, he pulled away with only a whimper of protest from her.
“You got what you wanted. Will you let me loose now?” she said after several moments, pulling uselessly on her bound wrists.
“If you think that is all I want from you, then you have not been listening to a word I’ve said.”
“It’s you who hasn’t been listening. I won’t stay here with you and become some blood sucking creature of the night.”
He chuckled, “You’ve obviously seen one too many of your human horror films.”
“Enough to know that a stake to the heart will rid me of you.”
“Which is as good of a reason as any to keep you bound while I rest tonight, meu dulciuri. But to show you that I am sensitive to your needs, I will not keep you in such an uncomfortable position.” As he spoke, the bindings on her wrist came loose. Kyra’s freedom was short lived as Dumitri enveloped both wrists easily within one hand, securing the material around her soft flesh to keep her hands together.
“You’re a bastard,” she spat.
“Actually no, my parents have been happily mated for over two thousand years. In fact, they are very anxious to meet you.” He gathered her up in his arms, eyes closing but not before giving her a tender kiss on the forehead.
She stared at him. There was no way he could have fallen asleep that quickly. She watched for the rise and fall of his chest but saw no indication of movement. No soft breathing. His lips rested comfortably closed without the tiniest hint of flickering. For several minutes she continued her vigil waiting for him to end his sleeping ruse. Her heart hitched in her chest when he remained still. No one could keep still for that long or hold their breath for such an extended amount of time. His was a death sleep, but she knew he was very much alive. Kyra closed her own eyes wishing for lethargy to take hold. She needed to forget, if only temporarily. Needed to forget all she’d seen, felt and done. Needed to forget the way her body betrayed her for his touch. Needed to forget the sweet taste of his blood on her lips.
She groaned. The thought of drinking blood should have been repulsive, but his was like an intoxicating elixir that she wanted to get drunk on.
Stop worrying yourself Kyra. Everything will be fine.
Her eyes snapped open only to see he hadn’t moved an inch.
“This is crazy,” she muttered to herself.
The throaty chuckle in her head sounded tired.
She rolled her eyes, even in sleep he was annoying. You know I think you have this vampire thing backward, isn’t the night prime time for you?
Normally yes, but you are not the only one going through a change meu dulciuri. Each blood exchange transforms both our bodies into something more, better than we were before. Without each other it would not be possible.
I don’t understand.
You will, but for now sleep your body needs the rest. One by one the torches went out, until the room was pitch black.
Kyra wanted to ask more but sudden tiredness tugged at her until she fell into the blissful net of oblivion.
Chapter Five
When Kyra awoke this time, there was no questioning the reality of the previous night. She knew the arms around her belonged to one Vilhelm Dumitri Dracul. Part of her acknowledged she should be frightened, angry even, instead of lying with him in utter darkness, reveling in the feel of his firm embrace.
Her bonds were gone; she’d registered the fact almost immediately. So he hadn’t really been worried about her taking retribution while he slept.
Cocky bastard, she thought. Speaking of which, one very large cock was pressed firmly against her back. Was he awake?
How can you expect a vamp to sleep with all the senseless prattle going on in your head. It is enough to wake the dead, least of all a sensitive immortal like myself.
Sensitive my foot, she retorted. And if my thoughts are bothering you so much, I can always go back to my room and you can stay out of my head. She moved to sit up but her head thumped soundly against something blocking her.
“What the hell?”
Dumitri stiffened at her sudden exclamation.
She reached above her; her hands came in contact with the same satin cushioning material that they laid on. “What is this?”
“Don’t panic, Kyra. It is only the covering.”
“Covering for what?” She tapped her knuckles against the material, feeling the hard barrier just underneath it.
Dumitri didn’t answer, but the obstruction in question receded away, revealing the lit chamber they’d made love in. She stiffened as the bed they lay on began to levitate, pushing them up out of the depths of the…
“Coffin… you had me in a fucking coffin!” she yelled, bounding up and off the moving object.
She stood in the middle of the cool chamber, getting her first true glimpse at what she’d assumed was only a bed. Although larger than your standard coffin there was no mistaking what the thing was now.
“Kyra, there is no reason to become hysterical.” Dumitri rose slowly, reminding her of an old Bela Lugosi film. He swung his naked legs over the side of the now level surface.
“No reason to become hysterical? I could have suffocated in that thing.”
He chuckled, running fingers through tousled hair. “I think not.”
“I’m glad you find this amusing because…” She paused as he stood to his full naked magnificence. “Because I fail to see the humor in this.”
She averted her eyes from his stiff cock, which bobbed with each step he took closer to her.
“Normally I sleep on a traditional bed. That device is only necessary when I am at my weakest. It was constructed to withstand any form of tampering. I could not take even the slightest chance last night. Not when I had you to protect.”
Kyra wanted to stay mad at him, tried hard to muster up the anger, but found it impossible. He stopped in front of her, gazing longingly down at her with green eyes that melted away the remaining barriers of the wall she’d erected to keep him at bay. Something was happening to her, she could feel it in every fiber of her being.
“Next time give a girl some warning she will wake up in a coffin,” she reprimanded weakly.
He nodded his agreement. For several intense moments they regarded each other in silent contemplation. Dumitri wanted to reach for her mind again but thought better of it.
“What are you thinking, meu ducliri?” he asked, only inches separating them.
“Don’t you know?”
“No.” He touched the dark smooth skin of her arm, wanting her to tell him voluntarily. “I’m not in your mind at this moment.”
“I… I was just wondering what time it is. I’m feeling a little hungry,” she answered shakily. It was an obvious lie but he decided not to call her on it. So much was happening to her so quickly. He would afford her some privacy. He’d touched her thoughts enough these last couple of days to know that she was coming to terms with her fate, accepting him more rapidly than he’d hoped possible.
“It is late, some of our guests are just making their way to the dining room in hopes of an early lunch.”
She didn’t miss his use of the word “our” but chose not to correct him.
“Please tell me you have something for me to wear back to my room.” She blushed, glancing at the nearby ruined heap that were once her clothes.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said before pulling her in his arms for another intoxicating kiss.
Heaven help her, she wanted him again. Her senses reeled from the heady experience. Kyra found herself leaning into him, craving the feel of his mouth.
