Trapped (6 page)

He released the ropes of power that wound her body, then stretched his arms over his head, spread his legs, and wrapped those cords around his body, holding himself down. He waited for her to take him up on his offer.

“Are you sure about this? I know --”

He didn’t let her finish. “Fuck me.”

He closed his eyes, readying himself for the feel of her on top of him, the slick glide of her pussy as his cock slid home, the way her muscles would clench around him. He also braced himself for hunger to overtake him. The need to dominate her once she was on top of him would be the hardest to fight. He swallowed and slowly opened his eyes. His lips parted, about ready to order her on top of him when he felt her beside him.

Her hand caressed his face. “Rysen,” she said softly. He opened his eyes, waiting for her to make a move.

“Rysen, look at me,” she ordered softly. Turning his head, he looked into her eyes. His breath caught at the gentleness he found there, as well as the passion blazing behind the calm front she was projecting. He knew she was in turmoil. He could taste her emotions on his tongue.

“Yes, darling?” He groaned inwardly at how husky his voice was. He cleared his throat and tried again. “What is it?”

She looked away and then back at him. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth.

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to be in control.”

He stared at her. He could feel her struggle. “Why?” He needed hear from her lips what she was thinking, feeling, what she wanted.

“Because…” She stopped speaking and looked away. He wanted to open his mind, invade her thoughts, but instead, he shut down their link. She would tell him on her own.

Kit wasn’t sure why she was insisting he take control again. As tempting as it was to be the one on top, she had liked what he was doing to her just fine. Besides, something inside her wanted to find out what it would be like just once to be under his control, to finally give in to him. Perhaps then her hunger would be sated. She looked back at him, meeting his eyes.

“I just want to see what it’s like.”

“What what is like?”

She hated that he was so calm, as if he wasn’t on fire like she was. As if his body wasn’t covered in sweat and he wasn’t aching like she was.

“I want to see what it would be like to be under your control…” Her voice tapered off at the end, but she was proud that she had at least said it out loud.

“Are you sure? Once this starts, there is no going back.”

“Yes.” She prayed he wouldn’t ask her again.

“Okay then, lie down as you were before.”

She did as she was told, spreading her legs wide, arms over her head. She closed her eyes, hoping that this time, finally, he would fuck her. She felt his power slide over her like butter-soft leather, binding her ankles and wrists, holding her legs apart and her upper body down.

She felt his heat over her, his body sliding against hers. He brushed soft kisses over her stomach, working his way up. She was on fire again; just one touch ignited her. She was drowning in him again, and he had done nothing more than kiss her. His lips continued their path up between her breasts, across her collarbone, up her neck, tracing her jugular vein with his tongue as he continued to blaze a trail up to her mouth. His eyes came into view, and his body heat surrounded her.

“What is about to be done can never be undone,” he whispered. His eyes blazed to life.

The brightness nearly blinded her. A shiver of fear rushed up her spine. The neon yellow orbs glowed, and she started to struggle.

“I’ve waited too long. I am far beyond gentle. Far, far beyond anything civilized.” With that declaration, he thrust into her. She cried out at the invasion. “By the gods, you’re tight.

So fucking tight. You feel so good.” He withdrew and slammed into her again. He pounded her pussy hard and fast. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was branding her. His mouth took hers in animalistic possession, his teeth biting, scraping her bottom lip, sucking the thick flesh into his mouth. His tongue plunged into her, mimicking the movement of his hips slamming against hers.

Oh god, she cried out silently. She felt his power wrap around her clit and squeeze.

More strands wrapped around her nipples. The slick slide of skin, wet flesh slapping against flesh, his grunts of pleasure, and her heart hammering against her chest were all that she heard. She felt her stomach tightening painfully. She was on the edge, so close to coming.

She wanted to wrap her legs around him and meet his thrusts with ones of her own. He fucked her hard, the head of his cock hitting her cervix with each drive of his shaft.

“All mine, every inch of you.” His voice was a deep, hollow sound, no longer recognizable. She didn’t have time to think or even ask him what was going on. His fangs pierced her shoulder, and her body bucked against the invisible restraints. Her inner walls quivered around his cock; her muscles jumped and twitched as an orgasm rolled over her.

She opened her mouth and screamed.

Rysen felt as if he were losing his mind. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into her. Her pussy deliciously clenched around him, squeezing his cock, the pain adding to his arousal. He was on fire, burning up. He could feel his power welling up inside him, threatening to spill over. He already knew his eyes had changed. What would happen next, he wasn’t sure. He was losing control, and he didn’t care. All he knew, all he felt, was her.

He continued to piston his hips, reveling in the feel of her wet, slick channel all around him.

Her blood flooded his mouth, and his vision became red.

Delicate tendrils of fire rushed up and down his spine. His cock expanded and twitched inside her tight cunt as it contracted all around him. He could vaguely hear her screaming.

His balls drew closer against his body. His stomach tightened, and he tensed. Releasing her shoulder, a roar issued forth from his mouth as he came deep inside her. He didn’t stop thrusting. He continued to pump his hips until every last drop of his seed was inside her and his cock was flaccid.

Panting harshly, he looked down at her and cursed silently. He watched a tear slip down the side of her face. What had he done? He slowly withdrew from her, trying to ignore the seductive scent of their mingled arousal. He willed the power wrapping around her body and holding her down to break. Her legs fell open, and he turned away from the sight of his seed slipping out of her pussy.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but no words would come out. He had wanted to be gentle, but by the time they had finally come together, it was too late; the hunger had consumed him. It didn’t help that she had given him permission to take control. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down, swearing at what he saw. There, on her left breast, right below the puncture marks where he had fed from her, was his seal, burned right into her flesh.

She was now his whether she liked it or not. The tattoo said as much. He dropped to his knees, reaching out he brushed back strands of hair that clung to her sweat-drenched face.

“I’m sorry, darling. I was too rough,” he started. Pain lanced his heart as he watched her curl up into a little ball. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but she cut him off.

“I liked it,” she whispered.

With hesitation, he asked, “Liked what?” He continued to stroke her hair, silently sighing at the feel of the thick, silken strands against his palm.

“I liked the way it felt to have you in control.”

He could hear the tears threatening to spill in her voice. He hung his head while continuing to run his fingers through her hair. He knew now why she was so sad. She had hoped, in the back of her mind, that if she gave him control it would satisfy the curiosity and taste for him. It hadn’t. She had liked what she had felt. She was now wondering if that made her weak. She was asking herself if all that hard work she had done to rebel against him was for nothing.

He wanted to tell her it wasn’t. That she was still strong despite liking the way it felt to have him in control. He kept silent, knowing if he said anything it would just make things worse. Instead, he continued to stroke her hair and waited for her to gather herself together.

To put back on the armor she wore around him and get ready to fight him for power again.

He felt honored to see her so vulnerable. He knew, though, that she would not feel the same.

Finally, she reached up and batted his hand away. “I’m not some fucking cat. Get away from me.”

He hid his smile and moved back, waiting, watching to see what she would do next.

“That was round one. We have a long way to go before our hungers are met.”

She sat up, not bothering to cover up for modesty’s sake. Instead, she ran a hand through her mussed hair and looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a look that dared him to say something about what he had just witnessed. He sat there, silent. She stood up on wobbly legs. He preened. She walked over to her pile of clothes and weapons and gathered them up.

“I’m going to shower. When I get back, I expect you to have found food somewhere in this place that isn’t stale, moldy, or so past its expiration point that it can walk and think for itself.” She padded past him and rushed up the stairs.

Once he was sure she couldn’t see, he grinned.

* * * * *

Kit pushed open the door of the bathroom and walked in, dropping her clothing on the floor. She pulled back the shower curtain and turned the knobs and waited for the water to heat up. She turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes widened as she reached up to trace the mark on her chest. She recognized it as Rysen’s crest.

“That bastard!” she shrieked. Her fingers passed over the mark again. The tattoo felt warm. Anger rushed through her. She turned off the water, then whirled away from the mirror and marched out of the bathroom. Her vision went red for a bit, and energy swirled around inside her. Explosions went off behind her. She paid them no mind. Her world narrowed to tunnel vision, and all she could think of was Rysen and demanding answers. She made her way downstairs, looking for him.

When he appeared in front of her, she rushed at him.

“How dare you! You swore you wouldn’t make me yours!” Her hand connected with his face. His head rocked to the side, and he stumbled to the left, almost dropping the items in his hand. Tables toppled. Lamps, sconces, and glassware shattered.

She launched herself at him, only to bounce back. She tried again with the same result.

Panting, she glared at him as he straightened. His head turned toward her, his face a mask of calm.

“First of all, I did not mark you on purpose. Secondly, calm the hell down. You’ve lost control of your powers.” He raised his hand and gestured around the room.

Her eyes widened at the destruction around her. “What the hell is going on?” She looked back at him for an explanation.

“You’re coming into your new powers.”

“What powers?”

“You had to feed from me. You were very weak, the poison was destroying you, and you were healing too slowly. I had to save you.”

“You had no right --”

“You would have died.”

“So? My choice.”

Everything dropped from his arms. He disappeared and reappeared before her in the blink of an eye. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him, “I don’t give a flying fuck what your so-called choice is; you are not dying on me. Ever. I love you far too much.”

“You asshole, how dare you? I don’t care if you love me or not. When my time is up, it’s up. You can’t stop that.”

“The hell I can’t.”

His lips came down on hers hard, a possessive and violent kiss. She tried to take control of it, shaking off his grip. Her hands came up to take hold of his biceps. Her fingers could only take in half the width of his muscle. She squeezed, her nails biting into his skin, breaking the flesh. He groaned and bit her bottom lip. Pleasure rushed through her as the beginnings of an orgasm formed. She was so close. Her legs quivered, and her juices slid down her thighs as her pussy clenched around nothing. A violent urge overwhelmed her.

She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her to the limit. She needed to feel him coming inside her as she screamed out her release. She let go of his biceps and grabbed ahold of his shirt.

She pushed him against the wall and pulled her head back. She tasted the blood from the wounds he’d inflicted and licked her lips, smiling, her body humming with need and power. Buttons flew everywhere as she ripped open his shirt, exposing his lightly tanned chest and the ridges of his abdomen. Her hands dropped to work on the belt around his waist, and he shrugged out of his ruined top.

Once she had his belt undone, she ripped open the fly of his leather pants. Pushing the heavy black material down, she got down on her knees before his hardened cock, taking in how thick he was, the ruddy head of him already leaking a crystalline tear. Grasping the base of him, she licked away the drop of precum and took him into her mouth.

He buried his hands in her hair and urged her head closer to his cock, asking her to take more of him in her mouth as his hips pushed forward. She released his cockhead with a soft pop.

“No. I’m in control this time.” She moved closer and swirled her tongue around the wide head. His body stilled, his hands still buried in her hair. This pleased her more than she could say.

Her other hand released his pants and took hold of his hip, urging him to feed her mouth inch by inch. He was so thick he stretched her mouth almost painfully. Raising her gaze, she watched him watch her as she took more of him in until he hit the back of her throat. Relaxing her throat, she swallowed him. He moaned. His eyes narrowed until all she could see was violet caged by thin black lashes.

She purred inwardly in satisfaction at the power she held over him. She bobbed her head up and down while pulling and pushing his hips forward and back. He followed the rhythm she set, thrusting his hips gently. Hollowing out her cheeks, she increased the pressure around his shaft. Her tongue slid along the length of his cock.