Page 22 of The Vampire’s Prey

Is that what I’ve been waiting to hear? Permission? Permission to let go and just feel? Easy for him to say—it’s not his permission I need. Then who? Me? God? Father? He pinches my lips with his thumb and forefinger hard. Yelping, I push back up on him.

“Stop thinking. I swear, some way, I am going to get you to relax. I would offer you alcohol, but I do not like my dates inebriated. I want you fully aware when you submit to me.”

After rubbing the area he pinched, he let his fingers roam every inch of me, learning my body, coming close, oh so very close to where I need him the most. But, each time, he skims past. After the third or fourth time, I move my hips, trying to angle myself into his fingers.

He simply laughs and tightens his grip with his other arm, keeping my wiggling to a minimum. “Oh? Need something?”

My teeth grind as I fist his shirt in my hands. No. No way. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

He laughs again and goes back to tormenting me. After a few moments, he slides his finger inside. Just the tip. Just enough that, God help me, I moan. The wanton sound fills the air. At this point, I don’t even care. I just want that aching void inside me to be filled.

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Adrian

My stars. She is practically dripping into my hand. I had no idea she would be so responsive to me. It takes every ounce of willpower to not just throw her down on the floor and rut her like the beast I am. But she deserves more. So, so much more than that.

She is so broken. I have no clue what broke her; however, monster that I am, I will break her further before the night is over. Difference is, I will actually put her back together even stronger than she was before by the time I am done. There is such a strength to her. Even more than she realizes. Once I can finally get past her walls, all of them, I will teach her how to harness all her glorious strength.

I shake my head. Am I seriously thinking in the long term? Not going to happen. It doesn't matter that my heart and beast want to claim her. I do have some say over my impulses.

But why do I feel like I’m lying to myself right now? Pulling my attention back to the needy human over my shoulder, I go back to teasing her with my fingers. Her mewls of need pour through me. I need to separate myself before I become an embarrassment. Already, I feel like I can come with just one thrust inside her. How will I survive the night if I do not shore myself up now?

Adjusting the bundle, I straighten myself up before going downstairs. Luckily for us, it is not that crowded. True, I want her to learn humility; however, the fewer the people who can gaze upon her naked flesh is better for me. Normally, I am not a possessive guy. Even for a vampire, I am fairly mellow. Apparently, this woman is throwing all of my hard work and meditation out of the window.

She stiffens on my shoulder as I open the door.

“Don’t I need to get dressed first?”

“I will not repeat your punishment again. If I am required to, I will have to add on to it. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

A fresh trickle of arousal slides down her thigh and onto my arm. I cannot help it; a huge grin breaks out onto my face. Finally, I am winning the war with this spicy, sassy woman. It feels more genuine because it is so hard won. She is not a simpering princess; she is a force to be reckoned with.

Easing through the door, I maneuver around to make sure nothing scrapes or hits her. Just a few more steps, and I can finally devour my morsel. I can feel her stiffening against me as we clear the stairs and into the underground room.

Just as I thought. Only a handful of people are here, and most of them are already engaged with other partners. Making my way to the middle of the floor, I catch the eye of Lucius and Selene. I nod slightly, not wanting to tip my prize over yet. Her fingers clutch at me as I lower her to the floor. It is so adorable how fragile and human she is.

As I finally right her, I see her eyes widen with what looks to be terror as she takes in the scene around her. Maybe I am pushing her too hard. It is clear that she has never been around others in a sexual situation, much less a kinky one.

Her head whips back and forth as she scans the area. I follow her quick gazes. Truthfully, nothing looks too out of place. The only thing that looks slightly odd are the throne and dais,, but what is a dungeon without quirks? Finally, her eyes settle on a woman being flogged. The copper scent of her blood reaches my nose, setting my teeth to aching. She is not free bleeding yet, but that does not mean it will not happen at some point.

I look down as Evangeline takes in a startled breath. It is not fear widening her eyes. It is arousal. I can smell it, thick in the air, overshadowing even the smell of blood. Mine, my brain snarls as I see other vampires taking notice. I pull her into me and stare down every last one gazing at her.

Pulling her back, I tilt her head up and hold her chin to keep her from being distracted by everything going on. “You have earned a reprieve tonight, my pet. Several club members are already engaged with their submissives. It would be very rude of me to interrupt their scenes simply to prove a point with you. So, consider yourself forgiven.”

Had I not been watching closely, I might have missed that look in her eyes that resembled disappointment. Interesting. What could she have possibly done that was so wrong that she felt an actual need to be punished? Another tale for another time. I would be damned if I denied the needs of my prize. Besides, the need for atonement is something I know intimately well.

“Don’t worry princess. You still have punishment coming. Just not like I originally planned it. And you will submit for me, yes?”

Her breath fanned over my face as she sighed in relief. “Yes, sir. I will submit.”

Interesting. There’s definitely a story here, and I cannot wait to get to the bottom of it. I take a step back and motion to a club submissive. Her name escapes me because I didn’t actually care to learn it. One does not name their food before they eat it.

“Show her how to kneel.”

Without question, the submissive sinks to her knees, brings her hands behind her back, and grasps the opposite elbows. Bowing her head, her hair flutters down on either side of her face, obscuring it from view. Such a pretty picture of submission. However, it does not have my cock aching at the sight of it. Only one woman holds that honor tonight.