Darque Wants (68 page)

And he had left her to die.

As he approached her, putting one deliberate foot in front of the other, she stood with her back pressed against the farthest wall from him, wondering how one being could be so attractive.

“You rang?” he murmured.

She raised an eyebrow, trying to silence her heart long enough to get out alive. She decided to put her most confidant foot forward, all too aware of her exposed midriff and dirty hair. “Yes, yes I did.”

He stopped only after he had put less than a foot between the two of them, his lips folding into a sensual smirk. “I’m flattered.” He replied.

She wondered if she imagined that wink.

“Yes? Well I’m insulted.” She replied, pleased with how easily she was able to hide her own discomfort.

His lips folded into a fake frown. “Oh honey, by my watch, you’ve only been here for a few minutes and you’re already complaining?”

Adelaide glowered at him, something told her it had been more than just a few hours. “How long have I been here?” she asked, realizing that he had eyes only for her neck.

He shrugged. “A couple of days.”

She gulped. If anyone were coming for her, they would have done it by then. “That long?”

He sucked in a deep breath, his lips stretching into a smile. “We didn’t sedate you at all. For a while, we thought you were dead… until you started healing.”

“Don’t you vampires have x-ray vision or something?” she retorted.

“We can sense life.” He corrected, before staring her right in the eye. “And I smelt you all right. I could feel your warm, sweet blood coursing through your veins. Believe me, the only thing keeping me from draining you right now is the promise of information.”

Adelaide pretended not to be scared. “Who promised you information?” she demanded, feigning surprise.

He stepped even closer to her, smothering with in his intoxicating scent. She couldn’t help but feel even a little bit star struck about the fact that she was standing this close to the infamous General Constantine. He was the stuff of dark legends amongst the elderly angels that had raised her. “Maybe I’m thinking a little too far ahead.”

“Well, judging from the pack of minions you sent, not far enough.” She replied.

He swept his gaze around the room, taking in the destruction she had single-handedly caused. “Perhaps you’re right.” He admitted.

“What did you mean by thinking too far ahead?” she asked.

He pressed his hand into the wall above her head, leaning into her, his sharp eyes scanning her from head to toe. She felt bare and vulnerable. “Well, there’s the Mr. Nice Guy. Then there’s the threats of violence; the torture.” He explained, tracing her cheek and neck with his free hand.

Adelaide’s mouth hung open, goose bumps rising on her skin.

“Then I drain you, until you’re clinging to life with every weak breath…” he breathed, pressing his nose against her cheek and his lips into her ear, “And then you promise me answers.”

Adelaide pressed her palms against his chest, reveling in the strong silence that met her for only a mere second before she pushed him with all of her strength, propelling herself off of the wall. He hit the opposite wall, putting a long crack in it, his deep laugh filling the room. “I knew you would be the fighting kind.” He replied.

“I’m not the promising kind.” She countered. “You won’t get your answers by trying to hurt me.”

“Oh really?” he replied in a skeptical voice.

“I don’t respond to pain.” She replied.

“And what do you respond to?” he then asked. “What have they done to you that’s got you wrapped around their finger? How do I buy your loyalty from them?”

Adelaide let out a humorless laugh. “I’m not loyal. I’m smart.”

“Oh, are you?”

She nodded slowly.

“And what do you think you know?” he asked as he joined her in the center of the room.

She cocked her head to the side, running her eyes all the way down his body. She could tell from the way that he stared at her, his lips hanging just slightly ajar, his eyes half open, a haze covering the red pupils, his legs slightly apart, that he wanted to do more with her than to just drain her of her blood.

And she needed to survive.

“That your… more human desires have outweighed your monstrous ones.” She replied in an unwavering voice.

She saw him flinch. It was a slight movement, something a human could have never noticed. But she did, and if she needed any validation for her suspicions that was it. She ignored the nervous fluttering in her heart and that voice in the back of her mind that told her she had never seduced something as bloodthirsty and sadistic as a vampire and she lifted both of her hands, placing them on either side of his face. She felt him moving even closer to her, felt his bulge pressing into her bare stomach… A smile played on the edges of her lips as she lifted her weight onto her tiptoes putting her less than an inch away from him. She could feel his submission. Until…

With a growl, he lifted his hands, ripping her arms away from him. The force of it set her flying away from him. She skidded across the floor, her head hitting the back wall with a gut-wrenching crack. She blinked repeatedly, struggling to regain her composure.

But, by the time she looked up again, he was gone.

Chapter Five

Adelaide sat there until she had lost all concept of time, waiting for him to return, but he never did. She pressed her back against the wall for security, wedging her head in between her knees and telling herself to breathe to ward off that little voice in the back of her head; the one that kept telling her that her last chance for survival had evaded her. Eventually, she grew tired of her own incessant internal monologue. Her eyes flickered shut and she fell into a fitful slumber.

Her eyes flashed open and she lifted her eyes to the ceiling above her. The entrance the vampires used to transport themselves ten stories into the ground had become much larger, so much large that she could have flown through it with her wings at full span. She slowly stood up, getting a feel for her own movements and managing her dizziness. Yet, but the time she had made it to the center of the room, she heard a voice come from behind her.

“This is a test.” She turned to find the vampire general standing behind her.

Adelaide froze. “What are you talking about?”

He began to approach her. “You were right earlier.” He muttered.

“About what?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“I do want something from you, something more than your blood.”

She stood her ground with her chin lifted and her hands curled into fists, but all she could think about was what it would feel like to melt into his ice cold embrace. “And what is that?” She asked, flexing her jaw.

He lifted his chin, darting the short distance between the two of them in less than a second. She didn’t see him move, but the next thing she knew, his chest was pressed against hers. With his nose in the air, he took a giant whiff of her, the blue blood vessels on his neck dilating until she could see the clear paths that they forged underneath his pale skin. “I want you for myself. Forever.” He hissed, the sound seeming to come from inside of her.

Her eyes went wide as her stomach flipped in excitement in spite of herself. “What do you mean? Are you proposing to me?” she asked.

He shook his head, a mischievous smile darkening his face. “My dear, I’m not the marrying kind.” He whispered, the words echoing throughout the entire room until he had completely disappeared from sight.

Adelaide’s eyes flashed open that dream leaving a bad taste in her mouth. She could not believe she had really just dreamed about becoming romantically involved with a vampire. She sucked in a deep breath, sitting up and wincing at the burn in the back of her head.

“Sweet dreams?” 

She flinched at the sound of the general sitting across the room from her. He had been there the entire time… suddenly her dream didn’t feel so unreal. “Were you just sitting there, watching me sleep?” she asked.

“I accomplished some things while you were asleep.” He replied, looking up.

Adelaide followed his gaze, just like her dream, the entrance had been widened to a size that would allow her a free and easy passage. She looked back at the general, her eyes wide in wonder. “What is this?” she asked.

“I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted another thing in both of my lives. Now, you’ve made an offer, and I’d like to consider it.” He explained. He beckoned to her with his index finger. “Come here.” He murmured, holding his arms out to receive her.

She obeyed him, her wings flaring out to either side of her as she made her way towards him. He ran his hands down each of her arms, the sensation of his touch raising every hair on her body. She felt her blood boiling under his icy touch as every part of her became completely and irrevocably drawn to every part of him. He placed his hands on her waist and gently turned her around so that she was facing the hole in the ceiling. “You see that? That’s your way out. There might be an ambush waiting for you, just at the surface…or there might not. You can take that chance if you want.” He bent over her shoulder, planting a kiss on the side of her neck. She had never been more hyperaware of her own pulse than in that very moment. “Or you can stay here with me.” He whispered, turning her back around to face him. He placed a palm on her cheek, lifting her face up to meet his lips.

Adelaide had never felt anything like it. The sensation of his lips against hers was quite literally, electric. She could feel the tiny nerve endings at on the surface of her skin, spasm. Her hands gripped his shirt, as her hip pressed against his. She could feel his tongue press just inside of her mouth. “And I’ll promise not to kill you.” He hissed, turning his attention to her neck.

Adelaide rested her hand on each of his shoulders as her head hung to the side, his kisses leaving bruises all the way down her neck. She untied his cape, letting it fall in a puddle of black velvet around the two of them.

He twisted her around and slammed her against the wall, the impact making her bones vibrate. “Oh, you’re so heavenly.” He breathed.

As Adelaide rolled her eyes at the bad joke, he redeemed himself by ripping her shirt off, the tight, tough fabric flying across the room. He cupped her breasts with both of his hands, immediately wrapping his lips around her nipple. Adelaide moaned, reaching her hands above her head at the cold sensation of his mouth on her skin. It was titillating and nearly unbearable.

He peeled off her pants.

Her sigh filled the silence in the room.

The general’s hands found their way in between her legs. She gasped as he played her like a piano, his left hand gripping her right thigh and his tongue drawing circles on the inside of her thigh, taunting her. She could barely control her desire enough to keep thinking clearly. In fact, in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to take all of him inside of her. As her toes curled in ecstasy, she tilted her head up, sucking in the air around her, her skin sizzling with heat energy and her wings fanning out.

Electric fire coursed through her veins, frying her muscles and she yanked him off of the ground and twisted him around, slamming him against the wall. The concrete gave way to a small dent in the wall, a crack climbing its way all the way up to the ceiling. His eyes went wide as he glared at her, at a complete loss as to what had just happened. Apparently, no one had ever exerted force on him like that.

Adelaide wasted no time. She got on her knees, taking his pants with her. As they fell down around his knees, she got a good look at his manhood. It pointed straight out, erect and throbbing. Her eyes went wide at the sight of just how big it was and she had to mentally remind herself not to get too excited.

A sound no less than a whimper slipped out of his mouth as she wrapped her hands around it and took it in her mouth. She massaged her own breast with her free hand, getting more and more excited, the harder she sucked, the deeper in her mouth it went.

“Yes.” He hissed, pressing his hands on the back of her head and driving himself even deeper into her.

She took his balls into her hands, holding them in her mouth. She could feel his penis throbbing, the spasm timed perfectly with every flick of her tongue.

“Mmm…” he murmured. “Come here.” He whispered, pulling her up by her hair. He pressed her against the wall, his hands cupping her ass.

Adelaide bit her lip as he pressed his fingers inside of her. Her eyes flickered shut and she gasped, her orgasm echoing throughout the entire room. He slipped his wet fingers out of her, replacing them with his penis. She took him in to the hilt, pressing her palms against the cold concrete as he fucked her, his manhood hitting her in the perfect spot every single time.

The general grabbed her hips with both of his hands, pulling it out away from the wall so that she was bent all the way over. He rammed himself into her his grunts mixing in with her moans as an erotic chorus of sound.

Then, just when she thought she might orgasm again, he turned her around and lifted her legs off of the ground. She clutched his tight shoulders with both of her hands, her wings fanning out to full span. She rammed her head against concrete, the spasms in her back and legs becoming almost unbearable.