by Siren Allen
Lana climbed onto the bed, straddled Jude and took his cock in her hand. She attempted to join their bodies together, but his erection shriveled under her tutelage. Carissa smiled. She didn’t know what ability he acquired during his life to be able to turn his passion on and off like this, but she was glad he could. Bruce teleported to her side and gripped her arm roughly.
“Don’t say a word,” he whispered, before teleporting her away from Jude and Lana. Jude’s roar followed her. Her heart felt heavy with loss. Why did her heart feel this way? Was it his despair she was feeling, or her own? She was so used to being filled with other’s emotions, she barely distinguished theirs from her own. These types of feelings were new to her; she didn’t understand them. Tonight, she would think these emotions through. There must be a logical explanation for why she felt this way.
Once they were in her cell, Bruce released her.
“You’ll find another black dress in the box in the corner,” Bruce said.
Carissa covered her breasts with her hands, forgetting she was completely naked. Bruce left, giving her some privacy. He didn’t seem distracted at all by her state of undress, nor was he affected by what took place in Lana’s bedroom moments ago.
She was shaken up by what happened. She pulled her new dress over her head and shuddered at the rough fabric sliding down her body. She was still flushed from the incident in Lana’s bedroom, and her body still burned with desire. Carissa channeled the desire into energy. She would need all the energy she could siphon to make an escape when the time was right.
Glancing around her cell, the first thing she noticed was there were no exits. She didn’t expect there to be any; this was, after all, a prison. She rummaged through the box looking for panties. The box only contained another black, shapeless dress like the one she had on before, but left in Lana’s room. There were no shoes or hygiene products in the box and no under garments. Carissa turned to the small cot in the corner of the room. The sheet was dirty and there were springs popping out of the mattress.
‘Great.’ Things were not going as she planned. What was the point in allowing herself to be captured, if she wasn’t going to be able to escape and continue her search? She thought getting caught would lead her to slaves she could ask questions about her missing friend, Faede.
She was on a mission for Isis, Elder of the Guardians, when she learned Faede was missing from their coven in the Immortal Realm. She went into the bathroom of the hotel room, where she stayed at the time, and stood in front of the mirror. Closing her eyes, she chanted. The words she spoke awoke the tiny dragon on her back. The dragon tattoo stretched and crawled from below her spine to her front. The small creature settled underneath her belly button before stretching its jaws and blowing a stream of flames toward the mirror making it erupt into a blue flame. Carissa waited impatiently for Elder Isis to appear in the mirror. When she appeared, she confirmed Carissa’s fear, Faede was indeed missing.
Carissa didn’t know how Elder Isis was able to see between Realms, but she was glad she could. The Elder told her she saw Faede taken captive by Lana and held prisoner. The Elder could not see into Lana’s home. It was protected by spells and charms, therefore, she didn’t know if Faede still lived, but Carissa knew her friend was alive. Surely, she would feel it if something happened to her friend. Fortunately, like her, Faede would have a second chance at life if she ever met an untimely demise, thanks to the tattooed art on their body, the Gift of the Guardian.
Faede’s disappearance led to Carissa being replaced on her current mission, so she could come and search the Dark Realm for her friend. So far, everyone she asked simply ignored her, except for Beth. Poor Beth trembled like a leaf, as they sat side by side in the back of the slave van escorting them to Aloysius home—King Lucius as the van drivers called him.
Carissa knew she would never be able to escape if they took her there. The way Lucius licked his lips when he first captured her, disturbed her. He called her a rare find in the Dark Realm. Not done with his hunting, he commanded the drivers to take her to his home and chain her to the bed. He promised to play with her later when he returned in a few days.
Carissa knew he would be pissed once he found she was not where he wanted her to be. She also knew she needed to escape before he found out. Her heart ached for the woman who would greet him in her absence. The mortal didn’t stand a chance against the vampire.
The mortal captive, Beth, was supposed to be taken to Lana’s home. Carissa convinced Beth to switch places with her in the van, allowing Carissa to be transferred to Lucius sister, Lana’s home, instead. Beth switched with her out of shock, but mostly fear. Poor Beth, like most mortals, she never knew Realms outside of her own existed.
Carissa felt bad for the way she’d tricked the mortal, telling her Lucius was a kinder fate than Lana, but Carissa had too much riding on this mission; she couldn’t afford to fail. She thought it would be easier to escape from a woman than from a man. She was beginning to see how wrong her assumption was.
Lana was just as crazed and unpredictable as her brother was rumored to be. Carissa felt the jealous energy bubbling in the woman’s core while she watched Carissa pleasure Jude. Lana called him useless, but Carissa knew this wasn’t true. The way he pulsed in her hand made her mouth water. The way he pressed his face into her palm, gaining comfort from her touch, made her heart ache. Carissa didn’t know why the demon was denying Lana the pleasure of his body, but she was glad he did. Lana didn’t deserve his touch.
Carissa lifted the dirty sheet off the cot and shook it out, coughing from the dust thrown loose. She beat the sheet against the wall before putting it back on the mattress and lying down on top of it. The sun would soon rise and the vampires would succumb to their death nap. She, too, would sleep for now and find a way to escape tonight. Her friend was out there somewhere.
Chapter 4
Lana stared helplessly at Jude handcuffed to her bed. She wanted to claw the skin from his muscled body, and drain him dry of every ounce of blood he possessed. The only thing keeping her from doing it was her curiosity. She needed to know why he couldn’t stay hard for her.
If she didn’t know any better, she would think the woman meant something to him, but it was only jealousy raising its vain head. The mortal couldn’t mean anything to him. The two didn’t know each other, but the chemistry between them was breathtaking.
Lana watched, mesmerized by the way Carissa stroked his cock ferociously, while at the same time gently caressing his face, as if she possessed the power to calm the storm raging inside of him. Was it her mind, or did his erection look more impressive for Carissa than it ever did for her?
Lana rubbed a hand through her hair, annoyed with the little test she performed. She still had no answers; she didn’t know if Jude would have stayed hard long enough to enter the mortal’s body. The moment Lana pushed the mortal out of the way and climbed onto the bed, his erection shriveled. She hated him.
His body glistened with sweat. Lana bent and licked a drop of it from him before removing his blindfold. His forehead creased, frowning in disgust. Lana felt like shrieking in frustration, but she maintained her composure. She knew she didn’t disgust him. Over the past year, she practically survived off his cum alone. She drank from his cock every day and night.
Yet, she never tasted his blood until today. Maybe this was the key to her dilemma. Drinking, or being drunk from always aroused the people involved, but on their first night together, he expressed his distaste for the act and Lana respected his wish, at least for now. She feared biting him would push him over the edge and she didn’t need that, not yet, not until she got the answers she craved.
“Did you enjoy my treat for you, Juju?” she asked, trying to mask her jealousy with sweetness.
* * * *
Jude saw through her act and didn’t respond right away. If Lana knew exactly how much he enjoyed her test, she would find a way to keep it from happening again. Now, that he knew Lana’s real identity,
he would have to tread lightly, no angering her, yet. Bitterness and fury pumped through his veins, but he couldn’t let it show.
“What are you playing at?” Jude asked.
Lana smiled innocently.
“Playing, I’m not playing. I only wanted you to enjoy the touch of someone other than me. From where I was seated, it looked as if you enjoyed it very much.”
Jude heard the possessiveness in her voice. He couldn’t risk her harming Carissa in a jealous rage.
“I’m a man, of course, and I’m going to enjoy a woman’s touch. Any woman’s touch will do the job. This doesn’t mean I want to be chained to a bed and blindfolded while an unknown woman jerks me off.”
Lana smiled at his words.
“I’m only trying to find ways to make you happy,” she whispered. Lana approached the foot of the bed. She trailed her nails down the side of his body while she walked. The sensation was erotic, but his mind was on the woman Lana sent away.
The moment the mysterious woman had gotten close to him, his body tensed and his inner beast had raised its head. She belonged to him. Lana called her a mortal, but he sensed there was more to her. Jude grew hard again from thinking about her. Her scent was the one he smelled earlier; the one making his mouth water.
He missed her touch. Her hands felt like velvet on his skin. The way she had gripped him hard as he thrust into her palm excited him. Jude growled and Lana misinterpreted his actions. The vampire thought she was the reason he became erect again. Lana licked the length of his erection.
“One day,” she whispered. “One day, I will have you in my body.”
Her voice sounded far away, her face turning paler. Whatever else she planned to do to him would have to wait until later. The pull of the sun took hold of her. She walked over to her night stand and buzzed Bruce.
“Come get him,” she said.
From the attitude in her voice, Jude knew she was still more than slightly disturbed by the way he responded to the mortal. Bruce appeared and unchained him. Jude watched Lana walk over to her windows and close the protective blinds, keeping the sun rays from entering her room. Jude wished he could watch the sun shine through the blinds, burning her to a crisp, but even a death by fire was too good for her. Jude wanted her to suffer by his hands.
She looked weary. Jude knew his inability to satisfy her left her puzzled. Maybe Bruce was right; maybe if he didn’t do something soon, she would grow tired of him and take his life. He couldn’t let that happen. Now, he knew she was responsible for the majority of the nightmares haunting him; it was up to him to rid the Realms of her evil.
“Will I see you tonight?” Jude asked, trying to sound hopeful. Lana looked at him with huge eyes and he saw the joy on her face, but she quickly masked it. She thought he wanted her. He wanted to kill her.
“I don’t know,” she said. “If I have nothing better to do, I may summon you to come out and play. I do have other slaves, you know, slaves who would love to spend time with me—inside of me.”
Jude smiled at her. “See you tonight, Lana,” he said softly. The scent of her arousal drifted to him. Her wanting him meant nothing to him. If his instincts were correct and they usually were, it would mean his mate was held captive here, also. He now had a reason to attempt to escape sooner and take her with him. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any idea what she looked like.
Jude smiled seductively at Lana. She smiled back before getting into her bed and snuggling under the covers. She laid her head back, but her eyes stayed locked with his for a moment before she closed them. Her skin turned even paler while she slipped into her death nap. Vampires were unnatural. For the next few hours, she would lie in her bed, not unconscious, not sleeping, but dead. Her heart stopped and her breathing ceased. She became one of the departed.
A stake to her chest would end all of his problems, but his handcuffs and the electrical current within them kept him from breaking free and doing what needed to be done. Damn it, he almost forgot what Lana told him about the house being charmed. If he spilled her blood here, her brother would be on him in a split second. Jude couldn’t risk it. He would have to destroy them both away from their homes.
Bruce grabbed him by the back of the neck and they teleported back to Jude’s cell. The vampire dropped him down onto his hard cot. Jude jumped up, but a smell so sweet brought him to his knees. For a second, Bruce looked concerned enough to help him up, but he didn’t. His skin paled and he hastily teleported to wherever he went when his death nap took over.
Jude held onto the bed and pulled himself up. Her scent was so close. His mouth watered and he felt his inner demon trying to rise to the surface. His fangs ached with the need to pierce her skin, marking her as his. Jude sniffed the air, tracking her exact location.
He sensed her a few cells down to his right. His cock hardened when he remembered how good her hands felt on his body. He throbbed imagining how good it would feel to be inside her. Jude smiled to himself; soon, he would be able to release twenty years’ worth of sexual frustration. He hoped his mate could handle it.
Jude walked over to the bars and called out. “Hello.”
“Shh…before you wake the dead,” a man in the cell next to his whispered.
Jude growled and heard the man scuttle away from the bars. Jude wanted to hear his mate’s voice again before he closed his eyes and went to sleep. He waited years for this. He was told what to expect the moment he smelled the scent of his mate, but nothing prepared him for what he felt.
Just the scent of her made him want the impossible. His desire to escape doubled. He wanted to free her, so he could take care of her. There was no place he called home, not since the curse, but he would find a place for them. He kept a small fortune hidden back in the Immortal Realm, his rewards for being a Tracker for the Elders. His mate would want for nothing.
* * * *
A deep voice screaming hello woke Carissa out of her sleep. Other slaves whispered ‘shut up’ to the man still screaming. Carissa turned over onto her side and closed her eyes.
“Carissa,” the deep voice yelled again, making Carissa open her eyes.
She sat up. “Hello,” she whispered softly, trying not to disturb those around her. She pulled the thin sheet up to her chest making sure the prisoner across from her couldn’t see her goods. The black dress she wore was sheer and short, but the prisoner slept, the screams of the man yelling not waking him. Leave it to Lana to place male and female prisoners together.
“Hey,” the deep voice whispered back. Carissa recognized the voice and desire bloomed within her; she blushed in the darkness of her cell.
“Hey,” she said back, smiling foolishly. Disgruntled slaves whispered for them to knock it off and go to sleep. Carissa couldn’t sleep now.
“Good night even though it’s morning,” he said.
Carissa lay back against her cot. “Good night,” she returned, but she didn’t close her eyes. Sleep was impossible after he awakened her. Just the sound of his deep voice made her wet. She wasn’t usually so easily aroused. The feelings this man, this demon stirred in her amazed her. It was almost as if he were…hers, but it was impossible for that to be true. Her mate would be one of her kind…unfortunately.
She listened, but Jude didn’t say another word. Instead of trying to force herself to sleep, she pulled her dress up to her waist and slipped a finger into her already moist center. She wondered if memories of their earlier encounter raced through his mind, like they raced through hers. The scent of arousal drifted over her. It wasn’t her scent; she knew her scent. When aroused, she smelled of honey, but this scent was different, more masculine. She smelled him and he smelled of...something strong she couldn’t name. She sniffed the air trying to let the scent permeate her brain, so she could identify the smell driving her wild.
The scent of his arousal enveloped her, swallowing her up. It delighted her, he was as aroused as she was. Carissa slipped another finger into her body and imagined him entering her. He would f
uck her until she couldn’t walk; she knew it with every fiber in her being. She wondered if he loved as hard as he lusted. Okay, now, where did that thought come from?
Being locked up was messing with her mind, making her forget what her goals were. Who cared if he loved hard? The only thing she needed from him was his energy and she could obtain it through his lust, and he was full of lust. She felt his power when she massaged him and also felt his suppressed sexual desire. As a Witch of the Silver Coven, Carissa knew a lot about sensuality. They were taught how to use energy from lust to power their abilities at a young age.
Most witches from her Coven were small in stature and somewhat fragile. If they ever found themselves in a position where they were outnumbered, or low on energy, lust was usually the easiest energy to find. All she needed to do was wink her eye, or lick her lips. Those simple gestures led to arousal in most men and women, which led to a boost in energy for her.
Carissa removed her fingers from her core and put them in her mouth. The taste of herself on her tongue always aroused her. The increase in her arousal caused an increase in Jude’s and she heard his growl and the shhh’s which followed. He smelled her, too; it excited her. She didn’t care if other beings in the prison scented what she was doing. When she escaped with Faede, she would never see them again. She needed strength to find and save her friend and Jude would be the source of the strength. It was smart on her part to use his arousal to her advantage. It was logic and practicality urging her on, not lust. Her eagerness to touch him had nothing to do with love, or mating, or any other emotion. She did what she had to do to survive, and if she kept telling herself this, she might start to believe it. If she was honest, she would admit Jude, the demon, turned her on.
