Viking Seduction Blood Slave (5 page)

“Oh. So you won’t bite me every time?”

“No, that would kill you. Unless injured, I only need blood every week or two, now, but that’s still too often for one mortal. But I don’t think I could go that long without the comfort of your sweet touch.”

She drew back and crossed her arms protectively over her chest, then turned to put things in the fridge. “So I’m just another type of food for you.”

“No, pet. You know why I never kissed you before? I knew once I did, I’d never want to stop.” I came around the counter and wrapped my arms around her back. I pressed tight, letting her feel the raging hard-on threatening to tear through my jeans. “Worse, I can smell your desire. I know you want me. Why try to deny it?”

She struggled to speak. “Because you scare the shit out me. Because I’ve never been good at casual sex. I couldn’t live with being just your blood whore. I need more. A partner, not a master. Anything less would destroy what little self-respect I have left.” Her amber eyes glittered with rising tears as she searched my face, begging for something to make it all better.

I brushed her hair back from her face. “Pet, Kierra, this is not casual sex. Between a vampire and a mortal, there can be no closer intimacy.” I stroked her face softly. “I haven’t had a woman to care for in a very long time. Forgive me if I’m rusty. I am trying to meet your needs as much as I can.”

She swallowed heavily and started on the next bag of groceries. “I appreciate the effort, and I am grateful, but that doesn’t change the facts. No matter how gilded you make the cage, it’s still a prison.”

“I really wish things hadn’t turned out this way. But I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Kierra. Even if you hate me for it.”

“Even if it kills me, my soul?”

“I think you’re stronger than that.”
I pray you’re stronger
… but I couldn’t say it. Didn’t dare let my guard down or I’d want to take her in my arms and do whatever it took to make her feel better. Or tear her clothes off and fuck her brains out again.

I shifted my aching cock as I walked over to stare out the window.
How the hell am I going to give her time when everything about her makes me hard and needy
? Damn, I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted a woman so much. Or cared so deeply what one thought of me. I leaned my head against the glass. Shit, I had it bad.

Chapter Five

Dekker leaned against the window looking so sad it nearly broke my heart.

How could I feel sympathy for a man who would hold me against my will? Or desire? I hadn’t missed the large bulge he shifted more than once since feeding. Bite lust. Why didn’t he just demand I satisfy him? “Dekker, you said you need sex as much as blood. But you haven’t even asked me. Why?”

He drew a breath before answering. “I won’t force you, pet. Much as I want you, need you, I won’t ever force myself on you.”

Crap, why did he have to be so nice? It made it hard to stay angry. At that moment it occurred to me this might be as hard for him as it was for me. He’d even said as much.

Gathering up my courage, I crossed the room and ran a hand across his shoulder. “Dek, would it help if… if I, ah.” The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat and I blushed. How did one offer a blow job? Could I really do that? It’s not like I had all sorts of experience at it.

He reached a hand to pull me around. His deep blue eyes, so full of passion, stole my breath away. “Whatever it is you’re offering, I would be happy to accept.” He leaned down to capture my lips with his.

My sex warmed with desire. Yeah, I could do this, and maybe more. I kissed him back. He pressed me up against the glass, his hard dick digging into my pelvis and belly. Shit, that thing felt like a monster. A flash of memory hit, of him driving into me. My sex slicked, but at the same time I felt a rush of fear. I still felt raw from the last time, and that had to be the worst hangover I’d ever had. No, I couldn’t have sex with him. Not yet.

He must have sensed my reluctance. His hold loosened. “It’s all right. I understand. I really wish our first time together hadn’t been so hard on you. That you hadn’t been forced to accept my bite.”

He tucked me tenderly against his chest with the side of his face nestled against my hair. His dick twitched as I pressed close and my breath caught. I slipped a hand between us and cupped him firmly. “Does that hurt? After feeding and not… getting off?” I could hardly believe my brazenness.

He pulled back enough to look down at me with a surprised look. “Yeah, but I’ll live.” He stroked the side of my face tenderly, but his gaze held a fiery passion that I couldn’t deny.

I took a breath and gathered my courage again. “I could, ah…” I licked my lips nervously and his dick jumped against me.

A slow smile spread across his face. “I would very much like to feel your luscious lips wrapped around my cock.” He rubbed himself against my hand.

I gave him a few hard strokes that left him gasping in pleasure. His fly unzipped with a loud hiss as I tugged it down. He looked down as I palmed his hard length. A few drops of precum glistened on the fat head. His chest heaved and his cock pulsed in my hand.

Nerves got the better of me again. “I haven’t done this a lot. So…” I choked up when he smiled at me.

“It’s OK. Do it like this.” He pulled my thumb to his mouth and licked it, swirling around the tip, then he slipped his lips over it until he had it all inside. His tongue worked along it and then he sucked, hard. I gasped when the sensations flowed down to my sex. A rush of juice soaked my panties. His eyes lit with amused passion and he released my thumb.

I swallowed and let him guide me down until I knelt in front of him. I caressed his dick, marveling at the soft texture on top of his rock hardness. I leaned in and licked the tip. He tasted salty, and a bit bitter, but not bad. He smelled clean and male. Not like the only other guy I’d ever sucked. He moaned and leaned against the glass with one hand while the other caressed my head.

I licked around the head again and then down the large vein. He gasped and his dick pulsed. I loved the smell of his musk.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. I glanced up to find his eyes closed and a look of pure lusty passion on his face. Watching him, I took him in my mouth. He made that funny grimace guys do when it feels too good.

“Shit. That’s good, pet.” His hips flexed in a gentle thrust. I took the hint and started working his length in and out, my tongue slurping and exploring all the ridges I could feel. He moaned and sighed, urging me on. He shifted to lean his head against the glass as if he could barely stand. His dick swelled in my mouth and got even harder.

“Gods, pet, soon, I’m going to come soon.” He tugged at my hair to let me know I could back off. More of his salty, bitter precum covered my tongue. I’d never swallowed before but for him, I’d do it. I sucked him deep. His body grew still and hard.

“Fuck.” He jerked and his cum filled my mouth. I fought the urge to gag and swallowed, sucking and licking as I did. His cock jerked. He gasped and shoved deeper as he pulsed out the last of his cum. I choked and he pulled back. “Sorry. Damn, pet. I thought you said you weren’t very good at that.” A few more tremors rippled through his body as I gave his dick a last lick. His chest heaved as he slowly came back. I tucked him back inside and zipped up his pants.

He helped me stand and kissed me hard, then gentler. “Thank you.” His words caressed my lips he spoke so close to them. A shiver of pleasure ran down to my sex. “Would you let me pleasure you now?”

“I… I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.” As much as I wanted him, that fear niggled at the back of my mind. That and I still felt just a bit sore here and there.

He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. “Let me know when you are, Kierra, and I promise I will rock your world -- without having to bite you.”

His cell rang and he stepped away. “Damn, pet, I have to take this. It’s work.”

“Work? I thought all vampires were rich playboys.” My lips twitched as I tried to hide my smile.

He laughed. “No, ’fraid not. Places like this don’t come cheap and I have a feeling my expenses are going to skyrocket.”

I gave him a wicked grin. “Uh huh. Pets can be very expensive.” I couldn’t help admire his tight ass as it disappeared into what must be his office.

I wandered about before settling in to watch TV. At least he had cable with pay-per-view and a DVR. An evil chuckle rose in my throat. Oh, yeah, his cable bill at least would be shocking.

I don’t know what time he finished working. I’d long since gotten bored and headed to bed with Sass curled up by my chest. I slept right through him coming to bed.

* * *

I startled awake with Dekker wrapped around me. His hard dick pressed against my ass. “Evening, pet. Sleep well?” His hand caressed my shoulder, reminding my skin how to feel alive. A twinge started in my sex.

He leaned in close and whispered, “Much as I’d enjoy the warmth of your lovely body, I have to meet Nate.” He heaved a sigh and rolled out of bed. He shot me a look full of mischief and disappeared into his enormous walk in closet.

I sighed and got up. Sass had left sometime during the night, make that day. I rummaged through my suitcase. I’d have to do laundry soon, Nate hadn’t packed much. Same for the kitchen stuff. Dekker had nothing but a few glasses and Nate brought only a bag of canned and boxed foods, a small box of dishes, a sauce pan and a large fry pan. I started washing the fry pan so I could fix breakfast, even if it was dinner time. A frustrated sigh bubbled up.

“I get the feeling something’s missing here?” Dekker leaned against the counter watching me like he’d never seen someone wash a pan.

“Where do I start? You’ve nothing to cook with, and little more to eat it on. I’m out of clean underwear and I don’t like your soap. That’s on top of the slave thing.” Though I had to admit, he treated me more like a guest than a slave.

A big grin crossed his face. “I’ll make you a deal. You get your stuff put away and while I’m out running errands, I could stop by and get you a few things.”

At first it felt like such a kind gesture. Until I started thinking about where I’d put things. “How long are you going to keep me here? You know, to protect me and all.” I locked on to his blue eyes, needing to see the truth in them.

He met my look steadily. “You live here now. Yes, to protect you, but also as my blood slave. Learn your place and eventually you’ll be granted some freedoms. Until then, work on following my orders. Put your stuff away.”

I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. So easily he turned from the man I thought I knew into the cold, hard hearted vampire. I felt tears rising in my eyes and focused on serving the scrambled eggs I no longer felt like eating.

“I won’t be alone when I return. I’ll expect you to stay quiet and out of sight. Understood?”

I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded. I stared at my plate until he left. How could he expect me to just roll over and play slave? The tears rolling down my face came from anger as much as sorrow. Vampire or not, he had no right to treat me like -- like a
slave
. Vampires must have missed the whole civil rights thing. Damn him.

* * *

The doorbell chimed, startling me half out of my skin. I quickly shut the TV off. I knew I couldn’t open the door; I’d spent nearly an hour trying to figure the code out. But I could activate the screen to see who stood outside. Maybe they could hear me through the door and call for help. A small voice wondered if I really wanted to be free of Dekker, but I ignored it.

I only recognized one of the men on the other side of the door and he was enough to send me backpedaling. Ferine! My head started to hurt and I felt a strong need to open the door. Hadn’t I heard them say something about using some kind of mind thing? The pain and now pressure increased. I found my hand twitching as if to answer that unseen compulsion. But I couldn’t open the door even if I wanted to.

I stumbled away from the door and the pressure let up for a few moments. Then it came back even stronger. Only this time, it urged me toward the kitchen. I fought it as hard as I could but my feet slowly moved me toward the kitchen. I clung to the counter as if I could hold myself there. A knife, I needed to find a knife, then I could end it all. Make all the pain go away. All I had to do was find a big knife.

A warning bell went off deep inside. Only one reason he would force me to find a knife. With a strength I didn’t know I had, I tore loose of his grip and raced for the bedroom. I slammed the door shut as unbelievable pain sliced into my head. I think I screamed as I fell to the floor, writhing in agony.

Get up. Get the knife, end the pain
. Over and over a voice whispered in my mind. I found myself clawing at a door that wouldn’t open. They all locked automatically when closed. Some part of me had known I wouldn’t be able to get out again. I jerked at the handle so hard I nearly ripped my shoulder out.

I fought with all the will I had to ignore it. Focus on something else… but what? My head hit the door hard enough to make me see stars.
No
! I shouted inside.
Get out of my head
! I imagined a fire hose in my hand, blasting against that pressure.

Suddenly it was gone. I collapsed on the floor feeling shaken and sick. My stomach rebelled. I made it as far as the bathroom before I started heaving up everything I’d eaten. Tears and sobs followed. I’d never imagined someone could assault me in such a way. I felt violated in the worst way. I crawled to the toilet and heaved over and over but there was nothing left to throw up.

In a haze of fear and exhaustion, I cleaned up the floor then found the darkest corner I could to hide in. It wouldn’t protect me from Ferine but I still felt better.

I heard the bedroom door open and curled tighter into a ball in the back of his closet.

“Pet?” Dekker’s worried voice carried through the closet door but I couldn’t seem to move.

“Pet? Kierra?” The light flipped on and I shrank back, squinting against its brightness.

“Is she OK?” It sounded like Nate.

Dekker crouched in front of me. “Are you all right? What happened?”

“Fffferine.” All I could get out was his name.

Dekker’s eyes grew dark and his face cold, then he softened. He cradled me in his arms and lifted me up. “Nate, check the security logs.”

I found my feet as he guided me to the couch in front of the window. He pulled me down, wrapping his strong arms around me. Someone handed me a glass of wine. My hand shook slightly as I gulped it down.

I heard Nate’s smooth drawl behind me. “Ferine was here with a few of his goons.”

Dekker’s arms surrounded me with security and I burrowed against his chest. “Tell me what happened.”

“Oh, God, Dek. I heard this voice in my head and this pressure. Shit, it really hurt! Like something wanted to split my skull open from the inside!” Once I got started it poured out in a torrent of pain and fear.

Not one of the men standing around said a word. After a moment Dekker looked up at Nate. “Call Segrun. Set up a perimeter. Ace, check out the building security. He shouldn’t have been able to get that close.”

I heard men moving, heard the door close, and then it was just us. I wanted to stay wrapped in his warmth forever but when he shifted I figured I should move. “Thanks, Dekker.”

“For what? Leaving you here alone so one of Ferine’s scum could invade your mind?” He sounded disgusted as if it were his fault.

I shook my head. “Not your fault, Dek. You warned me and I didn’t believe you.” I took a deep breath to steady my shaky nerves. “Did he do that to me before? Get in my head to make me go with him?”

Dekker’s lips twisted into a wry grin. “Either that, or you’re way more stupid than I thought.”

I slapped his arm in mock affront. “So why did it hurt this time? Because I wouldn’t do what he wanted?”

Dekker’s fist clenched and a dark rage settled on his face as he spoke. “No, normally we can only persuade, suggest, not force, and most vamps have to be in the same room, even touching. No, this was something more. And being my blood slave should make you resistant to others’ influence. After we examine the security tapes, we’ll know how, and I will make sure he never does anything like this again.”

I had no doubt he would find the guy and serve vampire justice on him. A memory surfaced. I’d seen Dekker look this murderous once before, when he confronted Ferine those few nights ago. “So who is Segrun?”