Her Vampire Mates Page 2

  The man-statue before me trembled as my words whispered across his hot skin. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he still didn’t move the rest of his body.

  He had great control, and I was looking forward to testing it.

  “Step out of your breeches, my pet.”

  I moved around to the front of him again and pushed his breeches down his legs. I couldn’t stop the groan that rose from my throat when his hard cock swung free and brushed against my arm.

  I’d felt its thickness beneath his layers of clothing straining for freedom, but I had never imagined it would be so beautiful. The shaft was big and thick, the head broad and red with blood.

  Wetness lubricated my pussy and I bit my lip.

  There really wasn’t any choice now.

  I had to fuck him tonight.

  I took a deep breath and focused on pushing my hunger for Benedict’s blood down to a lesser level. I wanted to play with my prey for a little while, first.

  “Walk over to the wooden step to your left.”

  Benedict turned his head and quickly located the piece of equipment I was talking about. I sensed his fear inching up a notch but he did what I said anyway.

  He was naturally confident, strong and sure of himself, which made his submission even more of a gift.

  I would make him hand himself over to me and then he would find the greatest pleasure.

  “Lay across the bench. Reach over and as far down as you can.”

  His eyes flashed a little, mutiny gathering in their yellow flecks.

  “Lina, I’m not going to...”

  “You will do as you’re told, Benedict,” I said simply, placing a soft blanket over the wood to protect his pelvis, then pointed at the bench expectantly.

  I could make him do it if I wanted to, I was far stronger than him. But this type of pleasure had to be accepted willingly. There was no other way.

  “Will you hurt me?” he asked, and a tingle coursed up my spine.

  I flashed him a smile no one had ever resisted. “Yes, but I will not harm you. If you tell me to stop, I promise... I will stop.”

  His eyes narrowed as he replayed my words in his head. I held his gaze, then pointed at the bench again.

  He sighed and rolled his eyes a little, but lay over the wood for me, his buttocks high, round and firm.

  I groaned at the sight as pleasure pulsed deep in my core. What a magnificent specimen of a human male.

  I knelt on the floor quickly to tie his ankles and wrists to the four separate legs of the bench, spreading him wide. I then stood and removed the annoying barriers of my dress, chemise and shoes.

  Relief flooded through me and I shook out the feelings of containment.

  Clad only in my garter belt and silk stockings, I pressed myself against Benedict’s ass, my wet pussy aching for relief, need clawing inside my belly.

  “Damn it...Lina!” Benedict struggled against his bonds, to no avail. They were too strong for a mere human to break free.

  “Such a nice ass you have, Benedict, and not a mark on it. Would you like me to spank you?”

  He was silent as I reached between his legs and cupped the heavy sac.

  “Perhaps,” he whispered.

  The edge of a teasing tone in his response made me smile.

  I loved his cheekiness.

  I lifted my arm, and controlling my swing, spanked him. Twice on his left cheek and four times on the right. He cried out on the last contact, pain tingeing the sound, so I leaned forward to kiss the pink skin.

  “Did you like that, my pet?” I asked while blowing cool air over his skin.

  I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands down the backs of his powerful thighs and up his strong ass once again.

  “I don’t know,” he said.

  Hm... honesty. How refreshing.

  “I think I need something more,” he admitted.

  Using speed a human couldn’t see, I chose a riding crop from the wall and was back before Benedict realized I had gone.

  “I think you are a good man, Benedict, but also a very bad boy. Shall I use my riding crop on you?”

  This would have a sting to it, and if pain was what he was looking for, then this should provide him with enough to satisfy him.

  I ran the leather up and down his spine, his arousal appearing to lessen with the increase of fear. That wouldn’t do.

  I moved away from his body a little and swung the crop lightly, barely connecting. He yelped a little in surprise but tilted his pelvis up for more.

  A smile tilted my lips this time as I swung the crop harder, hitting the soft flesh of his upper thigh, just under his ass.

  He groaned this time.

  “I need to hear it, pet. Tell me.”

  “Yes. More.”

  I swung the crop repeatedly, measuring my strength carefully and only landing the leather on the softest parts of my new lover.

  I stopped when his skin began to glow red, and ran my bare hands gently over his ass.

  “Are you okay, my pet?”

  He nodded, sweat gathering on his skin, but he said nothing.

  I reached between his legs and found his cock still hard, his balls tight.

  Good...

  I sucked my middle finger into my mouth, coating it with copious saliva.

  This would increase his pleasure, but also his feeling of my dominance over him.

  I slid my wet finger around his asshole a few times, before sliding it into his tight ass at the same time that I used my other hand to reach around and grab his cock.

  “What? No...” Benedict gasped and struggled at the foreign invasion.

  “Relax, my pet,” I crooned as I crooked my finger with practiced ease and hit all his sweet spots.

  His body jerked, then he gasped out a strangled moan.

  “Better?”

  He moaned again, his cock growing rock-hard beneath the thin film of fine skin. So beautiful.

  “Tell me, pet, is this better?” I increased my pace, stroking his cock faster as I slid my finger in and out of his ass.

  “Yes...Oh, God...fuck.”

  His words stopped as he groaned in pleasure. I stilled my hands.

  Should I make him come like this and wait for him to become hard again?

  As though reading my thoughts, he said suddenly, “Stop Lina, I want your pussy.”

  I scowled down at the man trying to tell me what to do.

  I slowly removed my hands and Benedict called out in desperation. He was obviously too close to orgasm now. He would never last for me.

  I bent down and untied his wrists and ankles. He straightened slowly, his eyes a glazed-over mess of colors.

  “You’ll never please me for long enough,” I said, disappointed with this turn of events.

  His eyes cleared of their fogginess and he smiled with a confidence I admired.

  “I believe you are wrong, Lina.”

  The cocky words shocked me, especially after what he’d just done to show how submissive he could be.

  Then he surprised me once again, when he picked me up by the waist and turned me around until I found myself sitting on the blanket laid over the spanking bench.

  What was he going to do now?

  I waited curiously as my prey stepped between my thighs and pressed his hard cock to my slick entrance.

  “Do you want this?” he asked and I stared at him in even greater surprise.

  Couldn’t he tell?

  Wetness dripped down my thighs and a deep ache ate at my core.

  I wanted him so badly it was incredible. How could a mere human make me crave him so much?

  I frowned at him, determined to remain in control. “Use your mouth on me.”

  Benedict’s eyes grew wide, then even more interestingly, a fire of renewed heat lit their depths. A man who wanted to lick my cunt?

  God... how perfect could one human get?

  “Yes.”

  He dropped to his knees and pushed opened my leg
s with his hands. I leaned back, my strength making it easy to keep my balance on the thin bench.

  Benedict held me fast, his fingers digging into my thighs as he leaned forward and licked my swollen clit.

  I couldn’t help it, I screamed out and grabbed at Benedict’s head.

  He was ruthless as he pleasured me, suckling the swollen flesh over and over, then running his tongue down my slit and lapping at the juices seeping from my core.

  My orgasm was fast approaching, my belly tightening and building with pleasure. But I needed more tonight, I needed blood.

  “Fuck me, pet, fuck me now.”

  Benedict moved so fast, I gasped. He grabbed me by the ass with both hands, lined up his cockhead and plunged into my depths with one almighty thrust.

  “Fuck!” I threw back my head and screamed out as pleasure swamped me.

  My empty, needy body was finally filled by the hot, powerful man between my thighs.

  Benedict didn’t wait for me to recover, he simply pulled back, then thrust in to the hilt again. I cried out again, the angle perfect to rouse my hungry body.

  Over and over again he fucked me deep, using his grip on my ass to pull me forward onto him.

  I lifted my thighs and wrapped my stocking-covered legs around his back and laced my arms around his neck.

  The pleasure was building, my hunger was growing.

  My fangs were descending and I couldn’t stop them now.

  I kissed the side of his throat, tasting the saltiness of his skin as my belly coiled even tighter. My orgasm was set to skyrocket.

  My pussy tightened with each thrust of his long cock and my head exploded in a ray of stars. I opened my mouth and bared my fangs.

  I cried out as my orgasm rippled through me, squeezing around Benedict’s cock and milking his flesh for his seed.

  My prey buried himself deeply inside me and cried out, his body pulsating inside my pussy as his orgasm gripped him.

  I groaned with ecstatic delight as I sunk my fangs into the delicious skin of his neck.

  Sweet, intoxicating blood filled my mouth and my eyes closed.

  I drank in his blood as his seed flooded my womb, completing the perfect cycle of desire and nourishing my body, right down to my soul.

  Chapter 3.

  Benedict.

  I came back into my body very slowly, like I’d fallen off a cloud and was falling back to earth.

  I’d never had an orgasm last that long or been so intense before. I think I actually passed out for a moment.

  Whores were not my first choice for sexual pleasure. I had a full-time mistress for that. I hated the cold comfort, the empty feelings that usually came from these sorts of couplings.

  But as of this moment, I may be converted.

  This woman had been the strangest fuck of my life, but also the most physically satisfying. Crazy, but I wanted more.

  My head had been tilted right back, so as I came into myself again, I looked down at Lina, the woman in my arms. Her eyes were closed in bliss and her head rested on my shoulder, like it had been there a hundred times before.

  I frowned, assessing my feelings in this moment. Why didn’t I want to withdraw and move away? Why did this feel so right, so perfect?

  Lina’s perfect pussy was still clamped tightly around my cock. If I had a choice, I’d never leave the warmth of her body. Then my gaze dropped down to her mouth and I noticed the red blood on her lower lip and chin.

  What the hell?

  The sight of my blood on her lips sent images through my head. The flashes of dreams I’d seen when I’d reached orgasm. I’d seen a vision of an old man, with long, white hair. I’d heard him speak, felt his presence.

  Strangest thing I’d ever experienced.

  I shifted my feet, thinking quickly. I’d heard legends of course, tales of creatures that required blood to survive. But I hadn’t actually thought they had any basis in reality.

  I wiggled my toes and did a quick scan of my health. I was fine. Lina hadn’t harmed me in any way, just as she said she wouldn’t.

  Cock completely flaccid now, I reluctantly pulled away from the clasp of her body. Lina stirred and lifted herself up, unwrapping her lithe body from mine and jumping down from her perch.

  My lover, a woman I believed to be a vampire, walked away and stepped back into her gown with practiced ease.

  She was truly the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Skin as smooth as thick cream, which glowed of good health—my good health, probably.

  In fact, I had to note, that she was looking more radiant by the minute.

  Stepping back into my breeches, I pulled them back up over my lower body and buttoned myself up. I didn’t offer to pay her, since she seemed to have taken as much as she’d given.

  She turned to me, her blue eyes shining and watching me sharply.

  “Thank you, Benedict. You may leave whenever you like.”

  I stilled, feeling like she’d thrown a bathtub of cold water on me.

  Was she dismissing me? Just like that?

  Disappointment hit me in the gut, hard, followed by a heavy dose of hot anger. I did not like being used.

  “Took enough, did you?”

  Her eyes narrowed and I couldn’t prevent the growl that escaped from my throat. Her eyes widened again before she began sweeping her hair up into a sophisticated style, ignoring my question.

  I didn’t like being ignored.

  “Don’t you want more blood? Surely that one bout can’t be enough?”

  Why I was deliberately baiting her, I didn’t know.

  Lina stopped thrusting pins through her hair and turned, staring at me with shock evident in her eyes.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I smiled smugly, lifting my hand and wiping along my shoulder, but no blood remained. Had I healed already?

  Impossible.

  The lack of any real evidence made me pause. Should I question my own sanity?

  No. I wasn’t wrong.

  “You drank my blood when I came. How often do you require it?”

  I could see the internal struggle going on within her, in the stiffness of her posture and the haunted look in her eyes.

  “I didn’t drink your blood, Benedict. Do not be absurd.”

  Her words were said too slowly, too measured. How many times had she said them before?

  I laughed, probably too loudly. But the sound held little humor as I pulled on my shirt. I staggered a little to the side, and caught myself on the bench. A post orgasm high, maybe?

  A part of my brain knew I should probably be afraid of her, but for some unknown reason, I wasn’t.

  I was too angry still with her treating me like a fool to worry about my safety.

  I know I should have left, stormed up those fifty-something stairs and not looked back, but she was lying. And I had to call her out on it.

  “Lina, you did. I felt the pinch, I saw my blood on your mouth. I even had some strange vision of an man with long, white hair while you were feeding on me.”

  She moved so quickly, I didn’t even see her shift.

  She went from being across the room to standing right in front of me.

  I gasped, but tried not to move.

  Her blue eyes were wide open as she began to walk around me slowly now, stalking me like a predator would its prey.

  She looked shocked, wary and interested.

  A dangerous combination.

  “What did you just say?”

  My stomach did a flip and my heart pounded a little harder.

  I swallowed hard, my bravado failing me. She was fast, like, super-naturally fast. And if the fairytales of blood drinkers were true, she would be strong, too.

  But she had said she wouldn’t hurt me, so would she now?

  I lifted my chin. “I saw you with an older man.” I could hear the jealousy in my own words. Though older, the man had been handsome, and other-worldly.

  Lina shivered and leaned forward,
exposing her fangs to me.

  I jumped back this time, unable to stop myself from reacting as fear pulsed through me.

  She didn’t move, only stayed very still, her fangs looking alarmingly sharp. They glistened in the candlelight like ivory on a piano.

  I couldn’t run, I didn’t want to. So instead, I stepped forward, unable to resist her. She was still beautiful, and I was more than a little in awe of what she was.

  Did she want to feed on me again? Was that what this was? An offer?

  Some sort of perverse interest made me want to see if it would happen again, so I leaned closer to her and tilted my head away, exposing the source she craved.

  I couldn’t stop the tremble in my muscles, but I held myselfself as still as I could.

  She pierced my skin with her fangs and sweet pain coursed through me.

  I moaned as the visions flooded my brain. Of Lina with the old man, the man enfolding Lina in his arms this time.

  I gasped out against what felt like an invasion, then pulled away from her grip. My head spun with intoxicating pleasure and I struggled to focus.

  Lina, on the other hand, seemed to be focusing entirely on me.

  Her mouth dripped with my blood, yet she didn’t seem to be enjoying what she had taken.

  “What did you see?” she asked, not blinking as she stared intently.

  I put my hand up to the place where I expected to find proof of her feeding. Gushing blood. Puncture wounds. Anything.

  But instead I found a single drop of blood against my skin.

  “How is that possible?” I asked.

  She shrugged, seemingly impatient. “I secrete a healing fluid as I drink. Now answer the question, Benedict.”

  I shrugged also, imitating my beautiful lover, trying to fake a calm I didn’t feel.

  She really was a vampire. Questions whirled in my mind.

  How old was she?

  How often did she need to feed?

  How strong was she?

  “Benedict!”

  Oh, yes... “I saw you with the same man, both of you wearing purple robes. Embracing.”

  Lina hissed a foreign word and flew across the room with incredible speed.

  She landed on a wooden pallet against the wall in a crouched position, her hands trembling as she held them aloft from her body.