Trapped (7 page)

She felt his shaft throb in time with his heartbeat, her own heart matching the cadence. It was as if they were one. In his eyes, she could see his every thought as if it were her own. She saw pleasure and awe. She dropped her mental shields and let his thoughts rush through her mind His husky voice heightened her arousal.

So good, it feels so good. I can’t believe she’s doing this to me.

He tightened his grip on her hair as the pace of his hips began to increase. She dug her nails into him, and he slowed his thrusts.

I want to come, he groaned. I want her to swallow every drop of me.

Trusting that he would continue to keep the pace she set, she released his hip and slid her hand upward, over his abs up to chest. She circled his nipple with her fingernail before scraping the hardened peak. He hissed, his head tipping back. She squeezed the tightened bud and then tweaked it.

“Kit,” he moaned. In response, she started to hum, releasing his nipple, letting her fingertips glide over his skin, drifting over his hip to slip between his legs and cup his balls.

She rolled the hardened eggs in her hand gently before tugging the sac. She knew he was close; he twitched in her mouth. She released his cock before standing up.

“Kit, what the hell?” He looked at her in confusion. Instead of answering him, she reached down and grabbed his cock, turned around, and led him away from the wall, toward the dining area. She let go of his shaft and hopped up on the polished dark wood table.

Spreading her legs wide, she showed him the glistening lips of her pussy.

“Fuck me,” she ordered as she held on to the edge of the table and lay back. It didn’t take him long to follow her order. He grabbed her hips, held her in place, and with one thrust, buried himself as deep as he could go. He pounded into her hard and fast, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust.

“Mine,” he growled. “All mine.”

His head came down. Without warning, he bit into her shoulder, causing her to buck off the table. He thrust into her harder. One hand released her hip to slip between her thighs, sliding his thumb into her slit. He found her clit and pressed down, holding his thumb there as he fucked her. Each pull of his lips sent frissons of pleasure through her, heightening her need to come. Her stomach tightened, her orgasm coiling tighter and tighter as she was taken higher and higher.

Her vaginal walls began to convulse around his cock, and her legs began to shake. She came screaming his name.

He thrust into her once, twice, three times before his cock twitched and he spurted his seed deep inside her, coating her walls. He continued to fuck her until she felt him soften inside her. It wasn’t enough. She needed more of him.

He released her shoulder and laid his head down. Without a thought, she brought up her head, leaned forward, fangs extended, and bit into the thick muscle of his shoulder. His hot, sweet blood filled her mouth, and arousal coiled within her. The aftershocks grew stronger, and again she was on the verge of coming.

He convulsed, and his cock hardened within her. He began to thrust into her again.

“Demanding minx, you will pay for this later.”

She laughed as she drank his blood. Releasing the wound, she lapped at the puncture marks until they were closed. “Is that a promise?”

“Oh, yes, darling. It’s a promise.” His head rose, and he took her lips in a punishing kiss, promising dark delights later. Their tongues swirled and twined around each other. Her arms came up to wrap around him, and her hands stroked his sweat-soaked back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and matched his thrusts with her own. The table shook beneath her as he pounded into her. She heard the wood crack just as another orgasm burst over her. Her body shook as she screamed out her release. He stilled above her, his cock jerked, and he came again. He stopped kissing her, and his breath wafted over her face as he tried to calm down.

She heard a massive crack, and Rysen lifted her just as the table shuddered and collapsed. They both looked down at the ruined piece of furniture.

His body started to shake against her, and she smacked his back. “You’re going to have to replace that.” That only made him laugh harder.

She found herself laughing along with him. “Okay, we need to clean up, and not together.” She shook her head and slid down his body. Before he could say anything, she turned and ran upstairs, giggling all the way.

* * * * *

Syrus threw down his cell phone. The backup he had called for was nowhere to be found. After making sure his people were still maintaining their positions around the inn, Syrus had returned to his hotel, far from the action. He didn’t want his presence revealed until he had enough clans under his leadership and it was time to move. Now his plan seemed to be falling apart. He needed support. They needed to capture Kit.

He paced in his hotel suite, trying to figure out his next move. So far, he couldn’t get into the inn, and his brother was nowhere to be found. A thought occurred to him. If he couldn’t get into the hotel, he’d make Kit come out. He picked up his cell phone and hit speed dial.

“Hello?”

“Do we have Jessye yet?”

“Yes, sir, we do.”

“Good. Bring her to the inn. Kit will come out when she sees her. And once we have Kit, we’ll have Rysen.” He hung up, smiling. “Soon, brother. Soon I’ll have you right where I want you.”

Kit felt shaky as she stumbled to the shower. Her muscles jumped and twitched, her legs felt like Jell-O, and she felt dizzy. The tattoo throbbed and burned on her chest. Eyes closed, she reached out blindly, and her hand made contact with the shower knobs, turning one and then the other. She heard the spray of water and pulled back the curtain. Stumbling into the tub, she audibly gasped as the freezing-cold water made contact with her skin.

She rushed forward and patted the wall until she found the knobs, quickly turning them until warm water gushed from overhead. She sank down onto her knees and wrapped her arms around herself as her body shook.

“Darling? Darling, are you all right?”

She felt Rysen’s warm presence behind her and automatically turned. “I d-don’t know what’s wro-wrong with m-me.”

His warmth enveloped her. Just like that, the shaking stopped. Opening her eyes, blinking through the downpour of water, she saw concern on his face. Shit, I’m in trouble.

The water stopped, and she looked up at him.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Your body is trying to adjust to my blood. I will help you through this. Trust me, please.”

She had no choice. There was no one else. She could feel the links to her clan slowly disintegrating. She could feel new bonds forming, stretching out. An image of Karella came into her mind, naked, bent over a padded leather bench, ass in the air, hands tied behind her back. A tall, masked man stood over her, a large paddle in his hand. All the man wore was a pair of leather pants and boots. Kit quickly pulled her mind back, but not before watching the paddle swing through the air and make contact with Karella’s lily-white ass, turning it bright red.

A warm gush of cream slipped down her thigh. A sense of envy poked at her. She wanted to be Karella, being spanked by Rysen. Her body quaked. Arousal began to twist in the pit of her stomach, her nipples becoming sensitive, hardened tips. Her vaginal walls clenched. Need clawed at her.

“Fuck me, Rysen. Fuck me now.” Her heating time overwhelmed her. She needed him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” She reached up and grabbed his face and brought it down to hers. Her lips made contact with his just as she began to see images of his kin -- Karella being fucked up the ass, but also the masked man, and so many more. So many eyes, so many voices, so many emotions rolled over her and rushed through her. She was a conduit connecting them with Rysen. They both felt their fear, their lust, their need. All their emotions enhanced Kit and Rysen’s arousal. Rysen picked her up out of the tub. Once she was on her feet, he pushed her against the wall. She brought her leg up, hooking it over his waist. He took hold of her hips and pushed her upward. She wrapped both her legs around his waist. Reaching between them, he took hold of his cock, sliding it along her slit.

“Fuck me,” she gritted out.

He didn’t have to be asked twice. He thrust into her, making her cry out. Her back slid up and down the wall with every thrust. She lowered her head, and their mouths met in a hungry, biting kiss that bordered on violence. She could feel his clan’s lust. Images flashed through her mind -- men kissing each other, women fondling each other’s breasts, orgies breaking out in rooms she had never visited. So much sex, so much need.

Rysen’s thoughts invaded her mind. I’m drowning. So much power. Goddess help me, my love is killing me.

She felt someone come. Their orgasm surged through her, triggering the others, including her own. She cried out, her core clenched around Rysen, and her body shook. She came over and over again.

“Rysen, please help me.”

The next minute, her body slumped in exhaustion, her vision blurred, and her limbs fell limply at her side. Rysen held her as she continued to twitch from aftershocks. Her head lowered to his shoulder.

“Rysen, please --” She couldn’t finish the sentence; it took too much energy.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

She yawned, her eyelids becoming heavy. She smiled softy, relieved to have him with her as she fell asleep.

Rysen held her close, ignoring the ache of his throbbing cock. He would take care of himself later. With his mind, he turned on the water and slowly lowered her down to the tub. He stopped up the drain and let the water rise as he stepped out to gather the toiletries he would need to clean her up. He puttered around the bathroom, softly humming to himself. It had been a long time since he’d taken care of anyone.

He’d cared for his wife, Lorrie, though he’d never loved her as a husband should.

When she was killed in the fire that took his entire family, he’d vowed never to lose another person he cared about. That vow had led him to his maker, the high king, Severin.

He placed the various bottles, bath towels, and loofahs around the tub and stepped back into the water. He looked down at Kit, and his heart contracted. He had never thought that he could ever love a person as much as he loved Kit. He picked up her limp body and sank down until he was sitting. Drawing her against his chest, he began the process of cleaning her.

When he was finished, he dried her carefully and then carried her to the bed. He shook his head, wishing their surroundings were more sumptuous and comfortable. With a thought, he called for Karella.

She arrived looking as if she had been running a marathon -- face red, panting, skin glistening with sweat. He could smell the scent of sex coming off her. More than one male aroma clung to her skin.

“Sorry to disturb you. I need you to get a crew here to start cleaning this place up and decorating it accordingly. The style should be simple elegance.”

Karella’s eyes squinted, brows drawn down as if she was trying to picture what he was asking for.

“Get a magazine if you need to. Now go.” He laid Kit gently on the bed. Her features looked so relaxed, so soft and angelic, he felt awed to be so close to her when she was so defenseless.

“You are so beautiful, my love.” Reaching out, he gently touched her face, just the brush of his fingertips from her temple, tracing the edge of her jaw. “My wife, may the Maker rest her soul, was lovely, but not as strong as you. I do wish I had met you before I knew her. Could you imagine us married?” He chuckled as he poured oil into his hand and rubbed his palms together. He moved down the bed and began to massage the soles of her feet, slowly, putting just the right amount of pressure where it was needed.

“We would probably kill each other over and over again, but it would be worth it.”

Taking care to massage each calf, his hands moved up her legs with slow precision. The bedroom glowed with soft golden light that danced and flickered as if cast by candles instead of bulbs.

“Sire?” Karella’s voice floated toward him. He was vaguely aware of her presence.

“Yes?”

“We felt her. As if she were one of us. What is happening to her?”

“I gave her too much of my blood. The bonds she formed with Jessye are breaking. She will soon be one of us.”

“Sire?”

“Yes, El.”

“Why her? She is not your usual type of woman.”

“Ah, El, you have no clue. She is all I desire in a woman and then some.”

“Then you will be letting go of your harem? Would you like me to inform them?”

“No, no, I shall do it once this whole thing is over. They deserve more than a messenger.”

She curtsied and disappeared. He turned Kit over carefully and started on her back.

A prickle of power seeped in from outside. It was weak, but stronger and older than the vampyres he’d sensed before.

He called Karella to the room and gave her instructions that Kit was not to be disturbed. He dressed quickly, shielded his power, and brought himself to the guards he had posted around the property.

“Up until a few hours ago, they were bored, doing nothing but patrolling or fighting each other. Now they seem more organized,” the head of Rysen’s guards reported.

Rysen looked out at the threat and blinked. He recognized some of those faces, outcasts from other clans. Exiles that had shown themselves to be a liability to the leaders of their respective houses. “Let us observe them for a bit longer, see if their leader shows him-or herself.”

He saw movement from the north, coming from the weedy garden. Two figures approached, one standing upright, strong with the virility of a powerful vampyre, and the other hunched over, as if burdens of life pushed him forward.

Ripples of disbelief rushed over Rysen. Syrus? But he perished in the fire.

He watched, incredulous, as his brother walked out into the open, dragging behind him the leader of Kit’s clan, Jessye. The older vampyre’s shoulders sagged. There were bags under her eyes. Those brown orbs looked haunted, as if she’d seen things she couldn’t comprehend.