She hesitated, her body quivering. "Will you touch them?" she breathed, then set right back to her ministrations.
He choked out a groan when she kissed all around the head wetly with her tongue, as she might his mouth. She took him with such abandon that he knew she was on the verge again. He reached down and covered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his hands, closing his eyes at the feel, squeezing, stopping only to pluck and thumb her nipples.
The pressure was building inside him. His sac tightened, knees opening and heels planting on the ground as he tensed to spend. He didn"t know how he"d lived so long without this blinding pleasure.
"Watch me come," he growled. he growled.
She raised her face, and somehow she knew he wanted her to meet his gaze, not watch the actual spilling of his seed. Silvery eyes riveted to his, she worked her fist on his c.o.c.k, pumping it in time with her finger dipping inside her-as if she yearned for him to fill her.
That thought sent him over the edge. The unbearable pressure exploded as he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, mindlessly thrusting into her fist, arms shooting straight out to cup her face with both hands. When she saw him spend, her eyes grew wide before fluttering shut and she cried out, jerking against her fingers as she came all on her own.
She collapsed against his knees, still shuddering, clutching his leg as she had that night in Oblak.
Before she"d left me, bleeding and in pain. Now that the need had been dampened, the familiar resentment flared. Now that the need had been dampened, the familiar resentment flared.
He brushed her aside and stood, rinsing his seed away, staring at the stunning, evil creature still on her spread knees, hands on her thighs as she panted. The sight of her perfect, generous a.s.s and her wet hair whipped all along her slim back had him stirring yet again.
But she was breathing hard and he knew he"d worked her pitilessly for their first night together. "Rise and come to me."
When she faced him, her eyes were stark, flickering in color, showing how shocked and uncomprehending she was as she stumbled to obey. He felt a stab of guilt, but made himself remember all the aching days he"d spent rolling in pain. The nights he"d sweated from desperately f.u.c.king at the very sheets to take relief. She"d reduced him to that.
She was wary, nearing him slowly. When she was at arm"s length, he said, "Sleep," then caught her as she fell limp. He rinsed and dried her body and his own, then carried her to his bed.
This should have been a time of satisfaction-he had a living, breathing Valkyrie in his bed, and she was his his Bride-yet there was little. She was utterly under his control, but he wished she didn"t Bride-yet there was little. She was utterly under his control, but he wished she didn"t have have to be. to be.
Like a natural born vampire, he hunched over her, dragging the beauty into the shadows with him as he bedded them down in a corner.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rise.
Myst hazily heard the command, knew she must still be dreaming because her skin was touching another"s, though she hadn"t slept with a lover in memory. She frowned, disconcerted because her body was so pliant, every muscle released of the tension she normally carried. But why was her face pressed against the naked, broad chest of a man? She was surrounded by his delicious scent that made her go warm and liquid. Snuggling closer, she dragged a leg up over his.
She heard a male rumbling sound of pleasure, and her eyes went wide. She shot up, drawing the sheet to her neck. Dread settled over her as the events of the night came back to her mind. She was in a vampire"s bed, here as a slave to his every whim. Or as she figured it, she was in h.e.l.l.
"Were you dreaming about last night?" he asked, his voice husky.
"No," she answered honestly. She"d been thinking about licking every inch of the hard male beneath her.
"How do feel about what we did?"
"We? What you you did." did."
"I only commanded you to take your pleasure. Of your own volition you took me into your mouth." He raised an eyebrow. "Greedily."
She turned away sharply. "Then I feel shame."
"And?" When she frowned at him, he said, "There"s rarely an instance where emotions do not conflict. What else do you feel when you think of last night?"
She recalled being mindless mindless with l.u.s.t as she had never been before, hungry for his huge shaft. She had wanted to straddle him and slowly work him within her. Shivering at the delicious image, she struggled to keep from admitting her desire. "A-aroused," she bit out. with l.u.s.t as she had never been before, hungry for his huge shaft. She had wanted to straddle him and slowly work him within her. Shivering at the delicious image, she struggled to keep from admitting her desire. "A-aroused," she bit out.
"Are you aroused now?"
She felt herself blushing deeply. Myst never never blushed. "Yes." blushed. "Yes."
"Do you need to come?"
Oh, G.o.ds, no, how could he ask her this just when she was reliving last night? "Y-yes." She turned from him, curling her knees to her chest. "But I won"t ask you."
"Even when I can give you what you need?"
"The only thing I"ll ask you for is my chain."
"You"ll get it back when I am convinced you will stay with me," he said. "Explain to me what it is." When she didn"t reply, he grated, "Answer me."
"It"s called the Brisingamen."
"Why do you wear it?"
"Punishment and to protect it."
"Punishment? For what exactly?"
Myst placed a hand out to her side and turned back to him, her green eyes taunting. "When I was only seventeen, I was caught in a compromising position with a demiG.o.d of no importance or standing other than his mind-shattering talent at kissing. My family was unamused."
He felt a muscle tick in his jaw. DemiG.o.d? DemiG.o.d? Nikolai was a battlescarred vampire who would never walk in the sun with her. Nikolai was a battlescarred vampire who would never walk in the sun with her.
She studied his expression. "Jealous, vampire? Or do you realize I"m out of your league?"
He ignored her words. "So your family punished you with a vulnerability that gave men control of your body?
How many have had it, commanding you to f.u.c.k them for your very life?" When she glared at him, he calmly said, "Answer. Fully." your very life?" When she glared at him, he calmly said, "Answer. Fully."
"There was no vulnerability. It has never been broken. I"ve been tossed by it, caught by it, even held above a pit of boiling tar by it. I"d tried to have it smelted from me in the olden days and then lasered recently. Nothing could touch the integrity of the chain before-"
"Before I pulled it free like a thread? So I"m the first." This pleased him and he exhaled in relief, only to immediately frown. "You don"t think it"s more than coincidental that you were given to me over all other females in any time and place to be my Bride, just as I"ve freed you from something that no man has been able to before?"
She clenched her jaw.
"How do you find those facts? Answer honestly. Now."
"I find them ... They might be ... It might be fated," she bit out.
"We might be fated." He"d already known this without doubt. He couldn"t believe his heart would beat for a woman that could never love him back. Of course, she"d said there"d been others she"d blooded-then killed. might be fated." He"d already known this without doubt. He couldn"t believe his heart would beat for a woman that could never love him back. Of course, she"d said there"d been others she"d blooded-then killed.
"Yes, but just because we"ve been set up by a fate with a sick sense of humor doesn"t mean my feelings about you will change. Are you going to keep me prisoner for eternity?"
"Before I let you go philander with your demiG.o.ds? demiG.o.ds? Yes." Her slim shoulders stiffened and she stood. Yes." Her slim shoulders stiffened and she stood.
He lay back, proudly ogling his Bride"s a.s.s as she sauntered around the room, studying her new surroundings. Myst didn"t merely walk, walk, he"d discovered-her every he"d discovered-her every movement was the stuff of fantasy, her every touch as well. He hadn"t even gotten the chance to claim her last night because he"d been so enthralled with her wet kiss, but he was hard yet again and would remedy that soon. movement was the stuff of fantasy, her every touch as well. He hadn"t even gotten the chance to claim her last night because he"d been so enthralled with her wet kiss, but he was hard yet again and would remedy that soon.
"So what miraculous feat of engineering brought modern plumbing to this schwag place?"
Schwag? He frowned at her question, watching as she ran her hand along an old papered wall. She opened a rusted shutter and gazed out into the night. Knowing she"d see tangled gardens blighted with neglect, he had a sudden urge to make an excuse as to why his home was in this condition.
"You"re actually going to keep me here? here? Your torture is fiendish and boundless, Wroth." Your torture is fiendish and boundless, Wroth."
He clenched his jaw, then said, "As I told you, here here is called Blachmount. It used to be awing and will be so again, but the estate"s been abandoned for many years. While I searched for you, I lived in New Orleans, and in Oblak before that. I only come here on occasion." When he missed his family. is called Blachmount. It used to be awing and will be so again, but the estate"s been abandoned for many years. While I searched for you, I lived in New Orleans, and in Oblak before that. I only come here on occasion." When he missed his family.
With a sigh, she meandered to her pile of clothes, ripped and dirty on the floor. She stared at them then blinked up at him, clearly wondering what his next move would be. It hit him full force that no matter how he felt about her, taking care of her was his responsibility. His stunning wife, with her wild red hair and her soft, pale skin, looked so utterly out of place here. If she would be living with him under his roof, then he"d best get this ancient sh.e.l.l of a keep back to its former glory and give her a home as befitted her.
He knew there would be things she would require that he couldn"t antic.i.p.ate, because he was beyond unknowing when it came to female needs. Did he dare take her to get her things?
As soon as he"d realized she lived in New Orleans, he"d left Oblak behind, asking Murdoch to purchase a property near the city, where they could live during the search. Nikolai could have traced back and forth, but the time change meant each night he"d face dawn back in Oblak. Plus he"d been weak, and tracing the shorter distance to the renovated mill on the outskirts of town had been less demanding.
Now he needed to return to the mill for the large supply of blood he"d left there. He was thirstier than usual, and claiming her in this condition would not be wise. He a.s.sured himself it was only because his appet.i.te had been reawakened and not because throughout the day, he"d dreamed of drinking from her white thighs.
He could check in with Murdoch, send word to Kristoff that he"d found his Bride, and drink in preparation of finally claiming her. While in New Orleans, he might as well visit a Valkyrie den.
"We go for your belongings tonight."
CHAPTER EIGHT
How are we going to do that?" Myst asked. "You can only trace to places you"ve been to at least once."
"But I can drive anywhere," Wroth replied casually, every inch a modern warlord.
So she was to return to her home in ripped clothing, with her skin still flushed from last night, her body still singing for a vampire"s touch.
Lovely.
She would never live this down. And for an immortal, never never was a particularly woeful proposition. was a particularly woeful proposition.
Yes, going back to Val Hall would mean a possibility for escape, but he could kill one of her sisters if they tried to free her. When he rose and strode to his closet, she studied his body, noting yet again how incredibly strong he was.
He turned and tossed her a b.u.t.ton-down, catching her gaze just as it"d drifted south to his hard shaft. She almost missed the shirt and he smirked, making her jerk her face away. "Come here," he ordered and she dragged her feet over.
His hands reached out to pile her hair up, just so he could lean down and breathe along her neck. At her ear, he murmured, "Bride, this is embarra.s.sing. I think I"ve caught you staring at my c.o.c.k," "Bride, this is embarra.s.sing. I think I"ve caught you staring at my c.o.c.k," making her quiver. She"d teased him the same way when his eyes had been riveted to her neck so many years ago. In a sensual rumble, he added, "You like it, don"t you?" making her quiver. She"d teased him the same way when his eyes had been riveted to her neck so many years ago. In a sensual rumble, he added, "You like it, don"t you?"
When the question sunk in, her eyes went wide with disbelief, the spell broken. How could he ask her that? When she would be forced to answer? His lips hovering over her shoulder, he said, "Answer me honestly."
I want to curl up between your legs, rest my head at your hip, and draw you over into my mouth to taste you for hours, she almost said, then negotiated her mind into another honest answer: "It"s too big." she almost said, then negotiated her mind into another honest answer: "It"s too big."
He dropped her hair, smirking again. "So it terrifies you more than tantalizes?" he asked using the words she remembered well.
Knowing he was getting his revenge little by little, she gritted her teeth against her answer but lost. "Both."
He clucked her under the chin. "I"ll be sure to break you in slowly, ride you easy the first few times."
Myst of the witty banter and dripping s.e.xual innuendo was speechless. Break her in? Arrogant! When he turned for the shower, she tried not to stare at his back and how it tapered to his narrow hips and his muscled a.s.s with the hard hollows on the sides. She"d been right, it did beg to be clutched.
d.a.m.n her claws for curling- "I believe you like everything about me," he rumbled from inside the bathroom.
She gazed at the ceiling, embarra.s.sed as she couldn"t remember ever being before. Of course he"d known she was staring, probably by the holes she was burning into his skin. As she dressed, she thought that he was right-she was tantalized, tantalized, and she did like and she did like everything everything about him physically. The way he"d made her feel last night left no doubt in her mind that she"d soon be asking-no about him physically. The way he"d made her feel last night left no doubt in her mind that she"d soon be asking-no begging begging-for him inside her.
She needed to escape before then, before he "claimed" her. He hadn"t drunk from her and they hadn"t had s.e.x. As long as those two things stayed sacred she could get past this patch in her life.
When he returned to the room, dressed like a male dream, she felt like shuffling her feet for her ridiculous getup, draped in his shirt that fell to her knees. She had never never felt insecure before. But she didn"t have long to ponder it, because he put his hands on her waist. "Are you ready?" he asked, staring down at her. Ready? To kiss him, hug him, go to her knees? What? felt insecure before. But she didn"t have long to ponder it, because he put his hands on her waist. "Are you ready?" he asked, staring down at her. Ready? To kiss him, hug him, go to her knees? What?
He pulled her to his body, wrapping his arms around her. "Close your eyes," he commanded. She did. "Open them."
Suddenly, they were in a garage. This was the first time she"d traced and had the luxury to actually think about the process. She"d dropped an intoxispell or two in her day and found tracing on par with that. She was unsteady at first, but the air smelled like bayou at high tide, which she liked, and was heavy with humidity.
New Orleans, but where? "What is this place?" she asked, breaking away from him to look around. breaking away from him to look around.
"An old restored mill outside of the city," Wroth answered. "Where I stayed while scouring the streets for you for as long as I could manage every night. Before collapsing in agony and weakness."
She looked away quickly, fighting a flare of guilt-and spotted his cars. She tried to be cool, but of course, Wroth caught her eyeing them with appreciation-especially the Maserati Spyder. The Valkyrie prized fine things. They were acquisitive to a fault-it simply couldn"t be helped. Her own mother had told her that Myst"s first word was, roughly translated, gimme. gimme.
He opened her door to the Spyder, and once she was inside, she curled up on the soft leather, loving it. Joining her, he cast her an inscrutable expression. "We are fortunate, Myst. You"ll want for nothing as my wife."
She"d already been fortunate. She already wanted for nothing. The coven divvied their collective earnings from investments, and the take was always incredibly generous. She had enough money to buy any clothing that struck her fancy, to purchase two thousand dollar hand-painted lingerie sets to placate her obsession. In a deadened tone, she mumbled, "Oh joy. I"m rich."
He commanded her to direct him to her home, not in itself an unforgivable crime. They didn"t hide their address like the Bat Cave, yet they didn"t often have trespa.s.sers at Val Hall. When his breath hissed in at the sight of the manor, she was reminded why.
"This is where you live?" he bit out, forearms resting on the steering wheel, his tone incredulous.
She tried to see it from his eyes. Fog shrouded the property, and bolts of light illuminated it in a staccato rhythm. There were lightning rods everywhere, but sometimes they didn"t catch all the lightning, as evidenced by the ma.s.sive oaks in the yard still lazily giving up smoke. And the wood nymphs-those little hookers-were way behind on repairing the trees. If Myst heard them whine, "But Mysty baby, there was this orgy," as an excuse one more time- "h.e.l.lish," Wroth said.