Blood Of Kings (Transfusion Book 3)

by Stephanie Hudson

  “Fucking exquisite.” Naturally, I blushed at the compliment, before releasing a series of soft moans when his hand cupped my breast, testing the weight in his palm before digging his fingers in for a firmer hold. Then he started plucking at my nipple, one already hard from being exposed to the cool air and I swear my moans increased in speed and volume. I even found myself arching my body and therefore pressing the round soft flesh firmer into his hold. But then with his other hand still shackled around my neck, he held me to his shoulder so I couldn’t move too far.

  “Now for your punishment, my pet,” he hummed against my cheek before swiping at me with his tongue and kissing the wet mark he made. At the same time his hand left my heaving chest and my now beautifully abused nipple so it could travel further south. But his journey took him along my ribcage and then to my belly, where his feather light touch caressed the worst of my bruises, making me feel so protected that I released a breathy sigh.

  “I wish I could have been the one to make him suffer, for no one marks my beauty and no one touches what is mine and lives to recall the memory…now spread those pretty thighs for me,” he said making me try and take in all the things he’d just said but other than asking me to open my thighs, I couldn’t think. Which meant like the good girl he owned, I did as I was told, letting them fall open. I thought that this would be enough and waited for the moment that his leather hand would snake further down to where my sex was exposed. Something that was both exhilarating and shameful at the same time, messing with my emotions.

  “Good girl, now spread yourself for me,” he whispered in my ear and I tensed in his hold.

  “Wwhhat?” I asked again on a stutter, one he chuckled at.

  “I said spread yourself for me.”

  “But I…No, I can’t do…” Again, I tried for words.

  “Yes, you can, and you will…now start by touching yourself,” he demanded more forcefully this time and when I still didn’t move, he reached across me and took hold of my wrist. Then he brought my own hand to the juncture of my open thighs and even extended a finger before placing it at my core. Then he applied enough pressure that he swiped my finger through my folds, gathering up my obvious arousal before raising it up for him to see it now glistening on my soaking wet finger.

  “Mmm, too tempting not to taste,” he said before forcing me to bend my arm and bring my hand to his lips, so he could suck in my slick finger. His tongue swirled around the digit and it soon became his turn to release a moan. Then he let my finger go with a pop and said on a growl,

  “Fucking delicious!”

  After one last wet lick with his tongue, he forced my hand down and said,

  “Now again, only this time, fuck yourself and feed me from your dripping core.” I shuddered at his crude demand finding that ‘my core’ just gushed with even more arousal thanks to his rough and sexual demand of me. So, with his forceful guidance, yet again I was made to touch myself, only this time he angled my finger in the right spot and using his own fingers against mine, forced two digits inside, making me finger myself. Then once he pumped them a few times, causing me to cry out at the building sensation, he pulled them free and fed from them again.

  And this was to become the start of my torture.

  Over and over again I was made to repeat this action, and each time he would force me to pleasure myself for longer and faster, letting it cruelly build until again pulling my hand away from completion. Then his mouth would suck and lick every bit away before guiding it down once more.

  “Please.” I ended up begging and I could feel his pleased grin against my cheek. Only instead of granting me my request for him to let me make myself come, his hand left the column of my throat. He did this so he could play with my breast, making me cry out even more, as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. But yet, it still wasn’t quite enough to push me over the edge and he knew it, the bastard!

  “Say it again,” he said as his hand worked me with his own, this time paying more attention to my clit.

  “Please,” I uttered as I felt it building but then the second the word was out, he forced me to stop.

  “No! Please, please Lucius, don’t stop, don’t be so cruel,” I pleaded making his chest rumble with a different type of growl this time.

  “But I am cruel, Amelia, it’s who I am…it’s what the Devil made me,” his Demon whispered and this time when I shook against him, it was his Demon that cooed me,

  “Ssshh, my delicious one, a feast for the eyes and for my tongue must be rewarded…now, say it again like I asked.” This time he went back to working me but stopped directing me with his fingers as they were no longer over my own. No, instead he started running his leather fingers up through my dripping wet folds and I swear I was close to meowing and crawling up him like a damn cat!

  “Please…oh no, please don’t stop, I am doing as you asked!” I cried out in dismay when his hand shackled my wrist and started to pull it away and damn him, I had been so fucking close!

  “That is not what I want to hear you say, sweetheart,” Lucius whispered down in my ear before biting it a little and adding a clue,

  “Now, tell me what I really want to hear…said only to me this time.” This was when it finally hit me, and he let go of my wrist and urged me to continue as he started to do the same, so we were both now working the tight bundle of nerves. So, I turned my head, to reach his ear and told him,

  “I love you, Lucius.”

  This was when his reply was to finally grant me what I was desperate for. Only added to it was when he suddenly inserted a finger inside my channel, fucking it and fingering me with incredible speed. I rubbed my clit only a few more times before I was coming, doing so now by screaming out my release for the power of it felt as if it could tear me apart!

  But this wasn’t enough for Lucius as he was far from done. Something I discovered when he pulled back a little from behind me, so he had room to bring his own wrist to his mouth. I only caught a glimpse of this before he was placing his bleeding wrist to my mouth and telling me in a forceful, demanding tone,

  “Now drink me down, my love, and come again!” Then I had no choice but to do both, as he added an extra finger at the same time thrusting his wrist to my lips and snarling,

  “Open your fuckable mouth and drink!” I did as I was told and the second I did, he groaned in pleasure behind me, making me feel the abundance of muscles at my back all tense from his own pleasure gained at having me feed from him. But soon this became a shadow of my own, for once again, I was screaming out yet another release, one not as strong as the first but one that lasted a lot longer. I ended up convulsing as I rode each wave of pleasure that assaulted me, at the same time drinking down as much of his blood as he wanted me to have.

  Then, before I knew what was happening, he tore his wrist free and grabbed a fistful of my hair before yanking my head to one side.

  “Again! Give me another one!” he shouted and just before I could utter in protest that it would be impossible, he swooped down and sank his fangs into my neck and feasted on my blood, and at the same time added yet another finger.

  I cried out at the double assault, as he fucked me harder with the extra intrusion, one that made my insides clamp down on him, and I screamed in pleasure with the sensation he created when touching what felt like every erotic nerve. Then with his thumb he worked my clit himself, as I had nothing left in me to do anything but sit in his hold and let him take complete control.

  Unsurprisingly, a few seconds later I was screaming my release up at the ceiling in such a powerful orgasm that my vision blurred, and my body started to sag. This was obviously Lucius’ cue to stop and he retracted his fangs, making them slide out of my pierced skin. I vaguely felt him licking up the mess he had made and when he softly whispered down at me one last order, I could do nothing in my power but to obey,

  “Sleep now, my sweet, tasty love.”

  Chapter 14

  The Beast Awakens

  I
finished on the toilet and walked over to the sink to wash my hands, still deep in thought and only just noticed that my bruised face was no more.

  “Ha!” I said making a happy noise as I lent closer to the mirror and at the same time prodding at my cheek and nose, where the worst of it had been. Then I straightened up and looked down at myself, lifting up Lucius’ T shirt to check out the rest of my body. I was rewarded by the sight of unmarred skin, and even poked at my stomach just to check, smiling when I felt no pain.

  In fact, I was still smiling when I looked back up at myself and the sight that welcomed me, quickly snatched it away and replaced it with a scream.

  “Lucius!” I shouted his name in fright as there he was, a looming figure behind me, completely naked and looking less than happy. Actually, he looked positively pissed off! Then he took the last steps into me, doing so from behind and crowded my space. This in turn meant that I had no choice but to step right up to the slab of marble, putting my hands out on the cool stone so as to steady myself.

  “Have to say, Princess, not a fan of waking up and finding you gone,” he said in a dangerous tone and I knew I was in trouble seeing as I was back to being ‘Princess’. Something I had quickly learned was a sure sign.

  “I just…well, I just needed to use the bathroom,” I said in a shocked voice.

  “Then you wake me.” I frowned at this, totally blindsided,

  “Erh…come again?” I asked, now making my dumbfounded state fully known. This was when he leaned in close and said,

  “You heard me. If you wake up, then you fucking wake me!” he snapped making me now narrow my gaze at him,

  “Are you serious?”

  “Deadly,” was his single word hissed back at me and my next question was a toss-up between ‘why’ and ‘are you fucking insane’! Thankfully, the first one won, seeing as he was seething mad.

  “Why?”

  “Why? Because I fucking said so that’s why, because when your body is in my bed, then your ass is abiding by my rules,” was his infuriated reply.

  “Your rules?” I questioned with a little shake of my head, thinking that this was totally barbaric behaviour.

  “Yes.”

  “Your rules?” I asked again, needing this repeated in case I did, in fact, believe I was the one that had gone insane and was now hearing shit. But it was at this point that his hand curled around my waist, fisted his fingers in his own T shirt I wore and yanked me back hard against him.

  “My. Fucking. Rules!” he said this time growled against my cheek.

  “That’s wacked!” I said making him snarl.

  “No seriously, I don’t know what is worse, the fact that I am getting reprimanded for not waking you up because I needed a piss, and may I add was considerate enough not to wake you, or the fact that you have a set of rules I must abide by if I am to be in your bed!” I shouted, losing my own damn temper now!

  “Okay, sweetheart, then let me fucking elaborate this for you. I am not a fan of waking up in a fucking panic to find you not there and fearing the worst only a few hours after…the worst fucking thing happened and you were taken from me!” that is one!” Okay, so he was making somewhat of a point here, even if he was using his super scary voice to say it.

  “Secondly, seeing as it is you and you are my Chosen One, a person who I think you will get by now, means the most to me in this fucking world, then yes, in my bed, you come with fucking rules!” he snapped only I managed to focus on only one part of that as I asked,

  “I mean the most to you in the whole world?” At this he closed his eyes and groaned down at the floor, as if speaking directly to Hell this time,

  “But of course, that is the part she focuses on.”

  “Oh, I am sorry, would you like me to go back to focusing on the part where my boyfriend is being totally irrational and barbaric?!” I snapped back, now trying to dislodge his hold on me, something that wasn’t exactly working out the way I’d hoped.

  “You really think that after tonight my request is irrational?” Again, this question was snapped at me in annoyance.

  “Request?” I said knowing that this was bloody far from it!

  “Demand,” he reiterated, now using one more fitting with both his mood and his irrational needs.

  “So, let me get this straight, you seriously want me to wake you every time that I want to get out of the bed, even if it’s just to take a piss?”

  “Even if it’s to take a piss,” he repeated making me shake my head before telling him,

  “That’s crazy.” To which he shrugged his shoulders and said,

  “My bed, my rules.” I frowned back at him through the mirror where this strange and totally ‘beyond my normal world’ argument was taking place and said,

  “Okay, so I guess I am not sleeping in your bed anymore.” Then I shrugged my shoulders and tried to move from his hold, one that told me not a chance when his arms tensed around me.

  “Newsflash for you, sweetheart, any bed you find yourself sleeping in will be my bed and I. Will. Be. Fucking. In. It!” he seethed, grinding out each word.

  “Oh yeah, and how do you figure that, uh?”

  “Because I will have chained you to me until you can learn my fucking rules!” he said, taking my challenge and crushing it, especially when he looked down at me side on and started to trail his fingertips up the back of my naked thigh.

  “These fucking legs of yours, this perfect peach ass…” he said on a growl and forced my ‘peach ass’ into his crotch, letting me feel the length of his hard cock now pressing along the line of my ass cheeks. Then his hands came to the front of me, with one snaking under his over-sized tee, so he could palm a breast, taking a firm hold at the same time cupping my now dripping wet sex with the other.

  “These perfect tits, and this fucking addictive pussy…all fucking mine…whenever I want it and it is always, and I mean always…In. My. Fucking. Bed!” he said and suddenly his hands left their bounties and came to frame my hips. Then with his fingers biting into my flesh in a painful but erotic way, one that made me want cry out in pleasure, he yanked my ass back. Then he angled me down so my chest was being pressed firmly against the marble slab.

  “Mine!” he roared as he entered me quickly, making me cry out and instantly claw at the vanity in a hopeless attempt at holding on. Then he pulled almost fully out of me and then, like the first time, thrust in deep and hard, bringing me to the tips of my toes from the force of it. Gods, but I was sure it should have been painful, but it wasn’t. No, instead it was pure and raw and intense and to the point that it only took him six more times for this action to have me coming quickly around his cock, screaming out his name,

  “LUCIUS!”

  The very second I erupted, Lucius fisted my hair and pulled me back, so I was forced upwards where he growled down at me,

  “I want to see the woman I love come again!” And he did, oh boy did he! I threw my head back, despite his hold and screamed at the mirror, trying my best to keep sight of him as he powered into me. Gods almighty, it was incredible, coming to the sound of him calling me the woman he loves as it echoed through my mind to the feel of him taking my body in a hard, rough and unyielding way! As if it was his to use how he wanted it and there was nothing I could do to stop him. And by the flaming rivers in Hell, that thought was fucking hot and turned me on more than I ever had been in my whole life!

  “Just look at you, look at yourself! Fucking spectacular, the way you take me so perfectly into this hot little body, one made solely for me and me alone! Fucking. Perfection!” Lucius growled and the sight of him behind me, still forcing me to take even more pleasure, had me unsurprised to find it building again.

  Suddenly, thoughts of him tying me to the bed and spanking my ass, or playing with me as he had earlier, all the pleasurable ways he could punish me…Gods, it was all assaulting my mind and twisting all thoughts of what I thought I wanted sexually, until these dirty scenes were all I could see.

  It was
unsurprisingly then that my body was so close to coming again and the second he felt it, he held my body to his in a near crushing hold as he growled in my ear,

  “You come when I say you can, for we find our release together…now hold the fuck on,” he said fucking me now with greater speed and I had nothing to do but as he demanded of me. So, I held on to his arm, one banded across me under my T shirt, with my breasts slapping against his forearm with the force. Now this truly was fucking…wild and untamed fucking that felt deliciously like being owned…

  Like being claimed.

  “I can’t…please…please Gods hurry, Lucius,” I said begging him to find it and soon because I could barely hold it off much longer. As every quick and powerful caress his cock made inside me was driving me near crazy with the need to erupt.

  “Fuck! Come, Amelia! Come now! Fucking my Heaven made, fucking what’s mine! Now milk my cock and come!” he shouted at me and I erupted full around him, my core quaking against his length and dragging him inside me as far as his impressive size would go. Lucius in turn threw his head back and roared at the ceiling, swearing,

  “Fuck, FUCK!” The sound was unbelievable and true untamed beauty to my ears, for I knew that I had done that…

  Me.

  A moment later and Lucius curled his body over mine and held me to him as we both came down from the immense high together. Naturally, Lucius recovered first and lifted me into his arms. Then, as he was walking us both back towards the bed, I nestled my head against his chest and said in a mumbled, out of breath way,