Rebel Bitten (Blood Alliance Book 4)

by Lexi C. Foss

  Her fingertips trailed upward to the band of my black sleep pants. No hesitation. Just pure seductive female.

  “Take off your shirt.” Technically, it was my shirt. But she could keep it. The thin white fabric looked better on her than it did on me.

  She paused to comply in a sultry display of eroticism. Her perky tits made my mouth water, her rosy nipples erect and begging for my bite. I nearly groaned at the sight, my stomach burning with an intense need to pull her into this chair to straddle my aching cock. Only, her palms returned to my pants, her fingers hooking beneath the fabric to draw them down.

  I was momentarily paralyzed and lost to her ministrations.

  She could ask for anything she wanted and I’d give it to her, so long as she continued to stare at me like that.

  I lifted my hips to allow her to tug the fabric down my legs, leaving us both without clothes.

  It was an odd experience because I typically didn’t allow myself to be this vulnerable around anyone. However, it felt right with Willow, like I needed to put myself in a similarly weakened state to comfort her.

  I widened my legs in unspoken invitation, studying her every reaction as she admired me from her knees. Her blue eyes focused on my groin, her tongue sneaking out to dampen her lips.

  “You certainly look hungry now,” I informed her softly.

  She lifted her gaze to mine, saying nothing as she leaned in to give my dick a tentative lick.

  “Damn,” I breathed, that minor touch stirring a pit of molten heat in my abdomen. The caress of her tongue, coupled with her knowing look, and I was fucking gone for her.

  Who is this magical little human? I wondered, in complete awe of her ability to consume me so utterly.

  Her hand wrapped around my shaft, angling me to her desired position while she continued to hold me captive with her stare. Then she parted those pretty lips and took my head deep into her mouth.

  I was one hundred percent corrected on her gag reflex. Because fuck. She was practically swallowing me, her throat working around me in a way that hindered my ability to think.

  She took me all the way to her hand, blowing my fucking mind and enchanting me in a whole new manner.

  She owned me in this moment, and her eyes said she knew it.

  I threaded my fingers through her hair, needing to take back at least some semblance of control. She was pushing me into uncharted territory, forcing me to concede in a way I didn’t understand.

  But damn, it was worth every second of confusion. Because this woman was a goddess on her knees.

  She knew exactly how hard to suck, when to nibble, where to lick, and hell, the way she worked her throat around me was pure magic. I wondered if she could even breathe, the tears in her eyes telling me perhaps she couldn’t, but she forced herself through it anyway, determined to give me the best orgasm of my life.

  I fell a little harder for her in that moment, her attention and commitment to the cause insanely admirable.

  Tightening my grasp in her thick blonde strands, I urged her to move faster, pushing myself just a little farther into her, needing that extra semblance of power to take me closer to the edge.

  She allowed it, her mouth working me over with a skill I intended to experience over and over again. Because one time wouldn’t be enough. I needed everything Willow had to offer. She was about to become well and truly mine.

  While I hadn’t wanted to share her before, I definitely wouldn’t now. That mouth belonged to me. Her pussy was mine to take. Her ass, too. I craved it all.

  “You’re going to swallow,” I told her, not giving her a moment to disagree. I had to be inside her. I had to be part of her. I had to own her as much as she owned me in this moment. “Fuck, Willow.”

  My abdomen rippled with pressure, my balls tightening in anticipation. I was going to explode down her sweet little throat, coat her insides with my essence, and then devour her slick cunt until she passed out.

  Just the thought of tasting her brought me that much closer to release, my veins burning with the desire to claim and mark and fuck.

  Willow’s tongue swirled along my head as she cupped my balls with her hot palm. I jolted at the contact, her precise movements sending me sailing into a cataclysmic oblivion that erupted across my senses.

  My grip turned to cement in her hair as I forced myself to the back of her throat, my spasms shooting off deep into the cavern of her precious mortal body. On and on it went until I could hardly breathe. Willow’s nails bit into my thigh, her expression a blur through my eyes, but I caught her panic in her scent and immediately released my hold. She gasped in response, my cock falling from her swollen lips as she panted violently with her need for air.

  Poor little pet didn’t care for breath play. I noted that as a medium to hard limit, not wanting to push her to a point of no return.

  Yet I needed to repay the favor of what she’d just done for me. She could have no idea how long it’d been since I shattered so completely. However, it went deeper than that. She’d just awakened a beast inside me that required so much more.

  I scooped her up off the ground and carried her to the bedroom. Her wide eyes suggested a mix of confusion and fear, perhaps because her last experience with sex had been with the lycans. We’d work up to that. For now, I’d content myself with devouring her and showing her what sex should be.

  Her back hit the mattress, her golden hair splayed across the pillows. “Grab the headboard,” I told her. “And spread your legs. It’s my turn for dessert.”

  My body still shook from the aftermath of my release, but I owed it to my pet to take her to the same heights. She’d already come several times in the last twenty-four hours. If I had my way, she’d come several more times before she slept, but the way her thighs tensed as I settled between them told me I’d be lucky to force one more out of her.

  “Ryder…”

  “That’s not your safe word,” I murmured against her clit. “Which is good because I know you can handle this, pet.”

  Her arousal heightened, dampening her slick folds even more. I hummed in approval as I dove into her tight little entrance with my tongue, tasting her unique flavor. It was fucking heaven, her flavor my new addiction.

  I devoured her, licking every inch of her pussy before returning to the place I knew she desired me most. Her chest rose and fell, goose bumps sprouting along her body as her head moved back and forth on the pillows.

  But she never once told me to stop.

  Instead, her fingers wove into my hair, urging me onward.

  She had come apart completely, all the rules and requirements of society long gone as she took from me what she needed. So I gave it to her in kind, reveling in this relaxed part of her and pushing her to the point of no return.

  My name fell off her tongue as a sweet prayer, causing me to smile against her swollen little nub before taking it deep into my mouth. She screamed for me, her body coming unglued with the slightest amount of pressure.

  And my little pet thought she couldn’t come again.

  I smiled before laving her through the pleasure-pain her rapture created.

  She spasmed around me, her limbs locked tight, and her grasp in my hair became a harsher hold as I continued to lick her.

  One wasn’t enough.

  I required more.

  And I could do this all day, if she allowed me to.

  I skimmed her sensitive folds with my fangs, teasing her flesh, threatening her with a potential bite. She groaned in response, her acceptance the most beautiful gift of my existence.

  But I withheld from taking more of her blood, knowing I’d already imbibed more than enough of her essence today to last a while.

  She moaned as I suckled her clit again, then jolted as I slid a finger inside her tight sheath. When I added a second, her body began to convulse. I curved my touch upward at an angle I knew would inspire her onward in her quest for pleasure. Her resulting groan confirmed I’d hit the right spot, then her walls beg
an to squeeze, her legs shaking on either side of me.

  Her responses to my touch couldn’t be forced. This was all her and our chemistry driving her into a state of bliss she would forever remember.

  “Come for me, Willow,” I demanded, wanting to hear her fall into a delirious state once more. “Now.” I bit her, not to drink blood but to unleash my endorphins into her system, and my sweet little pet’s reaction didn’t disappoint.

  She cried out so loudly the entire city probably awoke to the scream. It was a gorgeous sound, one I intended to hear again and again. But the tears streaming down her face told me this was the last orgasm she could give me right now, her body beyond replete and bordering on pain.

  Some of my kind enjoyed pushing humans to the brink of their sanity by biting them endlessly, but I preferred Willow to remain coherent and alive.

  I slowly withdrew my fangs from the apex between her thighs, then licked up the droplets of blood that appeared on the marks.

  “No more,” she breathed. “Please… no more.”

  “Shh,” I hushed her, kissing a path up her body until my mouth reached hers. I sliced my tongue open with my fang before capturing her lips and delving inside to offer her my essence for healing.

  She vibrated beneath me, her body overloaded from the sensations, her mind caught between a state of euphoria and pain. But my kiss eased her back into our reality, my blood calming and curing her.

  Willow’s breathing began to even out, her heartbeat slowing to a more reasonable pace, and when I opened my eyes, I found her watching me with an expression I couldn’t read. Rather than ask her what it meant, I opted to tell her what was on my mind.

  “You’ve just initiated a dangerous game,” I informed her softly. “Because now I want to know everything the university taught you, and more.” I nuzzled her nose. “So I hope you’re prepared, sweet Willow. You’ve awoken my inner beast, and it’s going to take a lot to sate him.”

  If that’s even possible, I thought, enthralled once more by the beauty beneath me.

  However, one thing was astutely clear to me—Willow was my new outlet. She’d provide the escape I would so desperately need during this transition period. And afterward, I might just honor her with a new way of life.

  “Get some sleep, pet,” I whispered, brushing my lips against hers. “You’re going to need it.”

  18

  Ryder

  Two weeks of meetings had me reconsidering all this royal bullshit.

  Yavi—one of Silvano’s pet sovereigns—sat across from me, droning on and on about his human shortage up in Mexico. He wanted permission to purchase more mortals for breeding. It was a ludicrous request with about a dozen flaws.

  “Breeding,” I repeated. “So do you have all the necessary lodging requirements and supplies in place to raise humans for eighteen or nineteen years each?”

  “Well, no. But there’s a sufficient market for infant blood, as well as that of small children. So the eighteen-year span isn’t required.”

  Damien arched a brow from the corner of my new office—I’d destroyed Silvano’s space—and waited for my impending reaction. Only, Yavi wasn’t done, his lack of awareness marking him as an insufficient leader in my book.

  “If I bleed the lot I currently have, I can create available space for breeding. But I’ll need at least three hundred females and maybe a dozen males to make it work.” His beady black eyes met mine. “Some of the women won’t make it to birth, but I’ve accounted for that in my request. There are also drugs that encourage twin or triplet litters, so I’d be requesting that as well.”

  “So you can breed an army of humans to bleed dry,” I summarized.

  “Exactly,” he said, sounding as though he was relieved that I understood his request.

  I looked at Damien. “When’s my next call with Lilith?”

  “In about two hours,” he drawled.

  I nodded, considering my options. Meanwhile, Yavi radiated excitement. He thought I meant to talk to Lilith about the resources. Imbecile.

  “You mentioned a popularity for infant and child blood. I assume that means you have clients requesting this service?” I asked.

  “I do.”

  “And do you have a list of those clients?”

  He dipped his chin in the affirmative. “They pay top dollar as well. I always gave Silvano ten percent of the proceeds, so I’ll be happy to do the same for you.”

  Liar, I thought. I’d already reviewed all of Silvano’s books and knew this sniveling little twit had given Silvano a hell of a lot more than a measly ten percent.

  Damien gave me a look, but I gave him a subtle shake of my head. Not yet, I was telling him.

  “I need you to share that list with me,” I informed Yavi.

  He frowned. “Well, it’s a personal client list, so I would need to—

  “No, Yavi,” I interjected. “You misunderstand. I’m telling you to give me the list, not asking.”

  “I… It’ll take some time.”

  Another lie. I leaned forward with my elbows on the massive oak desk and dropped my laid-back act so he could feel the power beneath my facade. “You’ll do it right now.”

  “I don’t have that information with me.”

  I nearly growled at the third lie he’d uttered in less than five minutes.

  “Careful,” Damien warned, his focus on Yavi. “Ryder can smell untruths from a mile away, and if I can tell you’re full of shit, he definitely knows.”

  Yavi gulped. “I… I…”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “You what?”

  He opened the binder he’d placed on my desk when he entered and began shuffling through papers.

  I looked at Damien. “This is the guy on Lilith’s list?” She’d sent over several names of candidates she was considering for the royal position in Silvano Region. I’d reviewed it out of curiosity—mostly so I knew whom to kill if she decided to take her threat any further—but now I was just amused by it.

  No one in this territory posed a single threat to me. Lilith just hadn’t acknowledged that fact yet, but she would soon when I informed her that I had no intention of stepping down.

  The meetings might be tedious, and I hated the political games, but it was quite clear this world could use my expertise. This new society hadn’t just gone to hell; they’d taken up residence somewhere beneath the devil’s ass. I really needed them to resurface somewhere closer to humanity to save our kind from a serious blood shortage in the future.

  And this idiot across from me only added to that problem.

  He’d gone through thousands of humans in the last six months by allowing his “clients” to overindulge on the product. It was grossly inadequate and fucking unacceptable. Blood camps required sufficient handlers, not gluttonous fools.

  “You could try writing the names,” Damien suggested before glancing at me. “And yeah, he’s on the list.”

  I shook my head. “She’s lost her fucking mind.”

  “She wants a puppet,” Damien corrected. “Which you are not.”

  I snorted. “I’ll give her a puppet.” Preferably with his head on a silver platter, delivered to her posh Chicago suite.

  Oh, sorry. Lilith City suite.

  I nearly rolled my eyes, but it felt too juvenile for the situation. Why the council chose her to lead them, I’d never understand. Several of them were too old to play into her scheming. Perhaps they were just bored and wanted to see how far she’d take it. As it turned out, she’d gone well into the deep end with all this reformation, destroying what used to be a rather intriguing world to live in. And none of them had done a damn thing to stop her.

  Hence, my new role.

  Someone needed to correct this shit, and apparently, that someone was me.

  Yavi started scribbling on paper using one of my pens—which he didn’t ask to borrow—while Damien supervised. I didn’t bother to look, fully confident in Damien’s abilities to memorize the names and handle them appropriately. Any va
mpire who chose to live on infant or child blood didn’t belong in my territory. They can suck on rocks at the bottom of the ocean instead.

  While Yavi worked, I used my monitor to flip on a visual of my suite. I’d left Willow fully sated in bed, her blood still a taunt on my tongue. She was an addiction I couldn’t quit, not that I wanted to.

  I found her still lying in the bed, her blonde hair fanning across both our pillows. The sheets were tangled with her legs, leaving her upper body exposed. Seeing her all soft and sleepy made me want to ditch this meeting and go back to my suite, but I had a full night of this shit to get through first.

  She stretched as though she knew I was watching, her tits beckoning for my mouth.

  Soon, pet, I thought at her, wishing she could hear me.

  It’d been hard not to fuck her these last two weeks. However, a lot could be said for delaying the inevitable. It intensified my yearning and added a strange challenge to the mix. I wanted her to choose me. To beg me. To demand it.

  Only then would I give in to the desire to truly claim her.

  Yavi finally finished his list, his expression bordering on irritated as he slid it across my desk. I didn’t even look at it, instead giving it to Damien. He folded it and slid it into the pocket of his black trousers, then went back to his corner again.

  “Great.” I leaned forward with my arms on my desk and my hands clasped together. “So here’s the thing—I’m mandating a policy in my territory that forbids the purchase and consumption of blood from any human under the age of twenty. They’re not mature enough until they reach adulthood, which is why they are typically not sent to the blood camps until that age.” I glanced at Damien. “Right?”

  “Yes,” he confirmed.

  “Fantastic.” I refocused on Yavi. “So I believe our work here is done. Consider your request denied.”

  He gaped at me. “Excuse me?”

  “Yes, you’re excused,” I agreed, falling back into my chair. “Damien, if you schedule another meeting of this nature, I’ll kill you.”