by Siren Allen
“How is that possible? What’s wrong with you?” Lana shrieked. She grew even angrier when Jude smiled and smugly shrugged.
“It’s not me,” she stressed, pacing back and forth, a wild look in her eyes. “I thought it was, but it’s not. I even tried to give you a male lover in case you were into that, but you still failed to perform.”
Jude shrugged again. Lana felt her fangs elongating, ready to pierce his skin, drain him and end his existence. Breathing deeply, she fought for control. To lose control now would mean never finding out how he was able to turn his passion on and off so easily.
Was it her? She needed to know, she was obsessed with determining the reason. Jude’s face broke out into a huge grin. Unable to help herself, Lana backhanded him, delighting in the sound of his head smashing into the wall.
* * * *
Lana stared at him as if she wanted him to say something, but Jude stayed quiet. He wanted out of this Realm, but for now, he’d settle for simply being out of her room and back in his own tiny cell. Pain radiated through his skull. He felt blood trickling from his lip where her ring had cut him.
Lana took a step toward him; if he was free he would strangle her with his bare hands. Eyes red, she stared at the blood on his lip. Jude recognized the blood-lust look in her eyes and before he could protest she grabbed the back of his neck bringing his face closer to hers. Her tongue darted out like a cobra, licking the blood from his bleeding mouth. Lana released his neck; eyes closed, she stepped back and shivered as if she was in ecstasy.
“You taste wonderful.” Her voice was a mixture of awe and pure hunger.
Lana stepped forward again, her eyes transfixed on his mouth and on his blood. Jude was pissed.
“Drink from me again and I will find a way out of these chains and kill you, Leech.”
The venom in his voice stopped her in her tracks. He didn’t know how he would get out, not with the power draining handcuffs around his wrist, but he would find a way if she continued to drink his blood.
Lana took a step closer to him, a determined look in her eyes.
“Why should I do what you say? You never do what I say. I think not drinking from you before now is the worst decision I’ve ever made.”
She stepped even closer to him. Jude growled baring a set a fangs of his own. Though shorter and duller than vampires, demon fangs were equally deadly.
Lana stopped. “How cute, the demon has fangs. I’ll let you bite me if you let me bite you.”
Jude strained against the chains holding him immobile. A vampire’s bite to a demon was the ultimate shame. Lana stepped away from him.
“You can stop struggling, demon. When I drink from you, and trust me, I have every intention of drinking from you again; when I do, I plan to make a meal of you and not leave one drop to spare.” Lana rolled her eyes at him, finally frustrated enough to want to get rid of him. She teleported to her night stand and pressed a buzzer. A deep voice asked her if she needed anything. “I’m done with him,” she screamed and flounced onto her bed, reminding Jude of a spoiled brat.
A second later, her servant, Bruce, appeared in the room. He unhooked Jude from the chains binding him to the wall, but left the handcuffs keeping him from escaping. Jude rubbed his wrist.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asked, to be contrary.
Lana stood, not ashamed to be seen naked in front of her servant or anyone else. Why would she, her body was glorious.
“I don’t know how you do it, but I’ll find out,” she told him; the evil grin he learned to hate on her face. Lana tapped her newly manicured finger nail against her chin thoughtfully.
“My brother told me he went to the Mortal Realm and found a few human slaves he’s sure I’ll enjoy. Lucius has broken one of the men in for me, and the male enjoyed every minute of it.” Jude felt nauseas. Lana laughed.
“Maybe you and I will share him tomorrow night. Oh, and I won’t make the same mistake I made last time. There will be no ripping out throats. This time, I won’t allow your hands to be free. You’ll be handcuffed to the bed, face down.” Lana smiled, baring her fangs.
Jude growled trying to reach for her, but ended up on his knees. Bruce jerked him back to his feet. “Growl at her once more,” the leech said, “and I’ll make sure you never growl again.”
Bruce was abnormally huge, but Jude didn’t doubt he could take the leech down if he wasn’t handcuffed. He reigned in his anger; the first thing he would do when he got free was break the smug bastards’ neck. For now, all he could do was talk smack.
“Sorry, Bruce, I forgot you were the Queen bitch’s mutt.”
Bruce hissed. Jude braced for the blow he knew was coming. He doubled over in pain, the blow to his stomach much harder than he expected. Apparently, he struck a nerve by calling the vamp a mutt.
Lana laughed, clearly enjoying their little spat. “Play nice, boys. Take him to his cell, Bruce, and hurry back. I have a few errands for you to run.” Lana teleported to her walk-in closet and sifted through her dresses.
“My brother is having a party tonight and I must not be late,” she exclaimed, before blowing a kiss to Jude as Bruce teleported him to his cell.
Chapter 2
Carissa sat with her legs crossed staring at the vampires below her. They were happy and their happiness energized her. She felt like gagging as their tainted energy gave her strength. The vampire’s happiness stemmed from the pain and fear they caused their captives. She felt a stream of energy flowing to her from the victims, she rejected it; refusing to allow their sorrow to strengthen her. It went against everything she believed in to sit and watch the victims be captured and thrown into the back of the prisoner van. Her Guardian instincts told her to help, but she couldn’t.
There was nothing she could do for them. Soon, she would be captured also, held prisoner like they were. The van crept forward, followed by a black car with tinted windows. Carissa focused her attention on the car. The hair on the back of her neck rose. Whoever was in the black vehicle was going to be a problem for her—she felt it. Maybe allowing herself to be captured wasn’t a good idea.
Carissa felt the dragon tattoo on her back move. It slithered to her shoulder, her neck growing hot, reminding her she had no choice. If she wanted to find out what had happened to her best friend, she would have to get inside the prison. She would have to question other captives to see if they’d come in contact with Faede, a fellow Guardian of Realms.
Carissa sighed. She turned away from the van and her imminent fate to stare out into the night. A scream rang out, and then stopped. Too much death surrounded her. She would rather be at home with her sisters than creeping through Realms. She stood up and dusted her black leather shorts off before pulling her hair up into a pony tail. There was no point in her taking her weapons; she would be searched and stripped by the guards as soon as she was taken. She placed her bag of artillery in the corner of the roof top, on the building where she had hidden for a week.
If she found her friend and escaped the prison, this is where she would return. For a week, no one had ventured in or near her haven. She would be safe here when she returned, if she returned. Carissa felt her dragon return to its place at the small of her back. It was time.
* * * *
Bruce dropped Jude onto the floor of his cell, and then kicked him against the wall. Jude quickly regained his footing preparing to fight the best he could with handcuffs on. He was surprised when the vampire started talking instead of fighting.
“If you had any sense, you would give her what she wants and be done with it.” Bruce seemed sincere, but Jude wasn’t buying it. The muscle bound leech had never given him any advice before. He was up to something.
“What’s it to you?” Jude asked.
“It’s nothing to me, only a word of advice to you. She’s been easy on you, but when she tires of you, you won’t find your stay here so pleasant. Trust me.”
For the first time since he was captured, Jude saw Bruce as something o
ther than Lana’s go-to vampire. He was a prisoner also. Bruce was probably once handcuffed and chained to the wall daily like he was. Before Jude could respond to the unexpected advice, Bruce teleported out of the cell, a haunted expression on his face.
That was weird. He lay down on his small cot. If giving her what she wanted would get him out of this hellhole, he would gladly do it. The bottom line was he couldn’t. There was nothing she, or any one besides his future mate could do to make him stay hard long enough to penetrate a woman. The curse prevented it.
Jude growled in frustration. He missed being inside the warmth of the opposite sex. He would give almost anything to feel a female tightened around him as he plunged in and out of her. Unfortunately, a mistake he and four friends made over twenty years ago had left them all cursed, some worse off than others.
It had happened a long time ago and took place in a Realm he hadn’t visited in over a year. Even though he’d been missing for that long, Jude was sure there was no one looking for him. There was certainly no one who cared enough to travel to the Dark Realm to rescue him–it was too dangerous.
The only demons capable of successfully rescuing him were his four, ex-best friends. Before the curse, they were his team; he thought of them as his brothers. He would have given his life for them, but that friendship ended after the curse.
Before the curse, his team was called to track down the most brutal offenders in the Immortal Realm. Their skills were widely known and many feared them, but they were young and all of them were experiencing their primage; the time in a male demon’s life when his body reached its peak—peak form and peak strength. When a demon reached primage the need for sex doubled in the first few years. It was all they thought about, all they dreamed about.
It was a time when a demon was supposed to be living it up, experiencing as many women as possible, but a few ill-fated words uttered by the Dark Witch changed it for him and his team. Because of him, his friends were stuck in their sexual peak with no way to receive true satisfaction.
At least his curse wasn’t as harsh as his friends. He could still achieve an orgasm by his own hand, or by another’s hand or mouth. The orgasm wasn’t as satisfying as it was before the curse, but it was still an orgasm. It quenched his desire only enough for him not to go insane from his need. His friends weren’t so lucky. They blamed Jude for their situation, as they should.
He vowed he would find the Dark Witch and make things right. There was no known way to destroy her, but Jude was confident he would find a way, make a way if he needed to. He searched for her for years, following leads and travelling to different Realms, seeking her out, but each lead was a dead end.
Now, twenty years later, he was being held captive by a sex-crazed vampiress who couldn’t keep her hands or mouth off of him. Any other Tracker Demon would be in paradise right now, instead he was plotting ways to get free, so he could return to the Immortal Realm and resume looking for the Dark Witch who had cursed him.
Jude closed his eyes, the power from the handcuffs making him weak. Sounds from other captives on his floor kept him from falling to sleep. The phantom, a new captive in the cell next to him, screamed to be released. Other captives laughed loudly at the phantom’s demands.
Jude cleared his mind trying to drown out the sounds of his forced environment. Soon, Lana would be off to her party. When she returned, she would send for him like she always did. He needed to get some sleep while he could.
Jude slept and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t dream of the life changing events which led to him being captured. Instead, he unwillingly dreamed of Lana. Even in his dream, she still had to use restraints to get him to actively participate in their love making. However, it wasn’t only her and him participating in the love making.
Other male captives were in her bed, hands reaching toward him while she laughed at his discomfort. Energy buzzed around him while he struggled against the masculine hands groping him. Jude fought to wake up, but he couldn’t shake the remnants of the dream. He sensed this was no ordinary dream. This nightmare had dream trance written all over it.
Only Dream Demons or Immortals, who fed off of Dream Demons, were able to put another Immortal in a dream trance. Jude knew exactly who was responsible for his nightmare. Finally, after minutes of being trapped in someone else’s sick fantasy, he was able to pull himself out of the trance he was in.
He sat up on his cot and stared at his cell bars. Lana stood grasping the bars with both of her hands, smiling. Her black leather body suit clung to her every curve, revealing her cleavage. Jude was both aroused and angry.
“Did you enjoy the images I put into your mind?” She asked.
“Did it look like I was enjoying your images? Who did you kill to get this power?” Jude asked.
“I never bite and tell.”
“Go away, Lana.”
Lana pouted her ruby red lips. “You’re cranky because I disturbed your sleep.”
Damn right he was. It was too early in the morning to deal with Lana and her dramatics.
“What time is it?” he asked her, running his hands through his tangled hair. When he was captured he’d been left with no possessions, no comb, brush or clothes.
“It’s about three in the morning,” Lana told him. “Play time.”
Jude lay back on his cot and closed his eyes, prepared to ignore her. He wasn’t in the mood to play, at least not with her. Who was he kidding, his body was always in the mood to play, thanks to the curse. He held himself completely still, hoping she would go away. Unfortunately, she wasn’t done with him, yet. Jude heard the lock on his bars click followed by the creak of the door as it swung open. Lana entered his cell. Dammit.
* * * *
Lana straddled him. She ran her hands up his chest.
Jude kept his eyes closed. “Why didn’t you teleport in?”
“I was trying to be polite.” She licked his nipple. Between her legs, she felt his cock jerk and felt his hardness through her leather suit. She wanted him badly; more importantly, she wanted him to want her. He was an obsession she couldn’t get rid of; a puzzle she couldn’t figure out.
Lana ground her sex against his, drawing a moan from both of their throats.
“I have some friends I want you to meet,” she whispered. She pulled back a little and watched for his reaction. Unfortunately, all he did was yawn; he didn’t even open his eyes.
“Aren’t you a little curious as to who I want you to meet?” Once again, he ignored her. His nonchalance only made her want him more. Every time he ignored her, or pretended to not want her, it only made her work harder to please him and make him want her. Every prisoner she owned would give their last breath to have her show them the amount of attention she wasted on Jude.
Lana licked his nipple again. She refused to give up; defeat was not a feeling she was accustomed to. She placed soft kisses from his nipple up to his neck, and then nibbled along his jaw line. She tried to kiss his lips, but he turned his head, causing her to kiss his cheek instead. Lana hissed in frustration.
She was tired of playing games with him. When she told her brother about all the problems this slave was giving her, he asked to borrow Jude for a month to train him, but Lana said no. She wanted to be the one to break him. She gave him plenty of chances to give in to her demands. If she couldn’t have him by choice, she would have him by force.
Without warning, Lana teleported Jude to her bedroom, where they landed on her bed; she quickly climbed off of him.
“Handcuff him to the bed,” she said to her servants waiting in the shadows. She was tired of playing nice. It was time for her to be the bitch he thought she was.
* * * *
Before Jude could rise, he was handcuffed to Lana’s four post bed by creatures he had never seen.
“Lana,” he roared, when one of the creatures put a blindfold over his eyes. He heard Lana’s laughter drifting closer to him.
“Don’t worry, these creatures are my ghouls,
they are not my surprise for you,” she called from the other side of the room.
The ghouls, smelling of rotting flesh, finished tying him to the bed. Jude thought it was over until he felt hands rubbing all over his body, masculine hands. The nightmare, dream trance Lana put him in came to mind. Jude struggled against their touch.
“Hold still, Juju, they are only rubbing cherry flavored oil over you. I have a special surprise for you. My brother has returned from hunting and gifted me with a new slave I plan to share with you.”
Jude heard Lana press the buzzer, and then he heard her speaking into the intercom informing Bruce to prepare the slave.
“Make sure he is chained down well,” Lana said to her ghouls. “I don’t want him to break free like before.”
At her words, Jude increased his struggles. His fangs protruded.
“Oh, calm down, I told you they are not my surprise for you.”
Jude did not calm down. He twisted his body, jerking at the chains holding him down. He loudly growled, rattling the windows. He felt his inner demon surfacing, but the handcuffs kept him from fully turning. His vision turned into a red haze, and the hands rubbing his body fell away.
Jude stilled and listened carefully, tracking every sound in the room, including the sound of his captor’s breath. He heard the ghouls backing away from the bed, away from him and he heard Lana approaching.
“Look what you’ve gone and done,” she groaned. “Now, they are scared to touch you.”
Jude growled again; he sensed the fear from the men in the room.
“Don’t worry, my pets, he cannot harm you as long as he wears the handcuffs.”
The scent of fear lingered. Jude wished he could summon his inner demon and teleport out of here, out of Lana’s hell, but the cuffs prevented it. He heard the sound of the ghouls moving farther away from him, their long, black capes dragging against the floor.
“Never mind, leave us,” Lana said to her servants.
Jude heard the ghouls exiting the chamber. Even though they were gone, he did not allow himself to relax. He could never relax around someone like Lana. Jude took a deep breath, preparing himself for what she was going to throw at him next. As he inhaled, he caught a whiff of something different—a scent he never smelled before, especially not since he was captured.
