Dark Embrace (Principatus) (29 page)

The slight release of pressure on her breasts sent a jolt of wicked excitement through her, and she gasped. She kept her stare locked on his eyes, the lust she saw in their clear depths making her pulse pound, keeping her motionless. Rooted to the spot. Or was it his thick, restrained cock nudging between her legs? Or both?

Whatever the reason, she didn’t shove him away. She didn’t want to. By the Powers, she was…

Without a word, Ezryn released another clasp on her corset, and a liquid charge of pleasure shot through her.

“Tell me how it feels to not be in control, Inari,” His low order sent another jolt deep into her very center. “To be defenseless against a force greater than yours.”

She couldn’t reply. Her throat felt thick. She stood frozen, held prisoner by his arms and smoldering eyes. He wasn’t just a vampire. He was
the
vampire, the first born of the first family. The vampire born to be the leader of them all, denied that role by a corrupt, meaningless ritual. Was that the reason for his power? Was that the reason he could reduce her to a slave of her own pleasure with just a simple word, a single look? Did it all make sense now? Or was she grasping for truths that weren’t there?

“Tell me how it feels to be the slave to your own pleasure,” he murmured, pressing the thick steel of his erection harder to her sex. “
Succubus
.”

At the hissed title, he grabbed the front of her corset with both hands and tore it open.

Inari cried out, her breasts tumbling free, her sex flooding with traitorous cream.

He scooped each revealed curve of flesh into his palms and dragged his thumbnail over her rock-hard nipples. The fire in his eyes flared to a scalding blaze and he dropped his head, his mouth claiming her right nipple with fierce greed.

She arched her back, her ass slamming into the wall behind her as he sucked hard on her nipple. Wet electricity shot through her body, sinking into her core with alarming speed. Her pussy gushed damp heat and she whimpered, Ezryn’s teeth nipping at her flesh.

“Yes, Inari.” His growl vibrated through her breast, into her body. “I can smell your arousal.” He slipped his hand between their bodies and rolled his fingers over her crotch, stroking her clit through the drenched satin of her pants. “I can feel how hot you are. How wet.” He slid his hand from between her legs and, unable to stop the shameful sound, Inari whimpered.

He chuckled, smoothing his hand over the flatness of her belly. “Tell me how much you like the feel of my mouth on your breast.” He dipped his hand back to her sodden groin and slapped it lightly with the tips of his fingers. “How much you like the feel of my hand on your sweet, wet pussy.”

His cruel order made her moan and she shook her head. No. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t.

He chuckled again, his low laughter setting her nerve endings alight. She squirmed in his hold, pressing her thighs together, her clit a tiny ball of swollen need, her womb heavy with urgent want.

He returned his mouth to her breast, suckling, biting before sliding his lips up her chest to her neck. She felt his fangs score a lazy line over the base of her throat and another whimper slipped from her. By the Powers, she was going to come.

“Not until I say so, Principatus.” His whisper tickled her ear and he took a step backward, his nostrils flaring as he gazed at her with blatant hunger. “Tell me to remove your pants.”

Inari’s breath caught in her throat. She thought of Ezryn between her legs, of his hands pushing her thighs wide as his tongue delved into her folds. She thought of his cock, thick and hard and oh, so long, pressed at her sex, its bulbous head teasing the tight cleft. Her pussy throbbed, squeezing with base lust and primitive desire.

“Tell me, Inari,” Ezryn commanded, the tips of his fingers playing with the waistline of her trousers. “Or I will tie you to the bed and leave you untouched.”

“Remove my pants, Ezryn.”

The words came from her in a wavering whisper. Her surrender clear. Undeniable.

Slowly, his stare never leaving her face, he lowered himself to his knees and popped the button of her fly. He pulled down her zipper.

Inari’s pulse quickened. She could barely breathe.
Oh, Dark Ones, yes…

Her cry to the dark, demonic gods should have terrified her. It didn’t. She was once their most faithful servant. A succubus who delivered more than their fill of human souls. The memory of that former life, her former self sliced into her with horrifying, seductive pain.

Fight it, Inari. Don’t lose yourself. Don’t…

“Tell me, Inari Chayse.” Ezryn’s cool lips brushed the flatness of her belly and she bit back another whimper. “Would you like me to touch your breasts while I fuck you with my tongue?” He placed a soft kiss at the base of her navel and let the tip of one fang touch her flesh before pulling his head away. “Or would you like me to cup and squeeze your ass with my hands while I suck on your clit?”

Inari closed her eyes, her knees weak. How did she survive this? How did she survive Ezryn’s cruelty?

How did she beg him to never end it?

Cool fingers skimmed over the tip of her right nipple, sending a shard of concentrated pleasure into the pit of her belly. One touch. One barely felt touch. “Answer me, Inari.”

“Yes, Ezryn,” she whispered, pressing her hips forward, wanting him to pull her trousers down her legs and sink his tongue between her thighs.

“Yes, what, Inari?”

She felt Ezryn studying her, his eyes like a molten caress. Smelled her own musk on the air as his stare roamed her face. “Yes, I want you to touch my breasts while…” She faltered, her cheeks filling with shamed warmth even as her sex filled with wet heat.

He feathered his fingertips over her nipple again. “While what?”

“While you fuck me with your mouth.”

“How much, Principatus?”

Inari ground her teeth, squirming against the wall. “Curse you, bloodsucker.”

“How much?”

Bastard.

She glared at him, pressing her hips forward, wanting to feel his mouth on her sex.

Ezryn chuckled. “Will you tell me if I do this?” He slid his lips over her belly, explored the curve of her waist and slid back down to her navel. “Or when I do this?” He blew a fine stream of cold air on the path his lips had just traveled, and Inari’s flesh rippled with an elemental response. “Or this?”

He touched his lips to the curve of her sex exposed by her open fly, tracing his tongue in a small circle on her sensitive skin before he lifted his head to stare at her again.

Inari bit back a cry. He was a bastard. An absolute bastard, and she was going to kill him.

“Tell me you are mine, Inari, and your first orgasm of the evening will be but a flick of my tongue away.” He skimmed his fingers up the underswell of her breasts and circled each nipple with languid arrogance. “And your second but a twist of my fingers.”

She was burning. On fire. She was going to come. All it would take was one more touch. One more… “Go to hell.”

He hooked his fingers into the waistline of her shorts and tore them apart.

“Aren’t we already there, my sweet little demon?”

He slid hard hands up her partly exposed thighs, played long fingers over her cleft for a tantalizing second before he pushed her legs wide. “You smell like honeyed wine, Inari,” he murmured, blowing a thin stream of cold air on the damp folds of her pussy. “I am going to drink of you so deeply. Now—” he flicked his tongue at her slit, a teasing stab that made her hiss, “—tell me you belong to me.”

The word
no
formed in her mind.

The words, “I’m yours, damn you, I’m yours,” fell from her lips in a raw, choked moan.

Without preamble, he grabbed the back of her knees, jerked her feet off the floor and hooked her legs over his shoulders. She gasped, his abrupt action ramming her back harder to the wall. She grabbed at his hair and held him in a death grip as his mouth took possession of her sex.

“Oh, God!” Inari cried out, her body erupting in explosive pleasure. He stabbed his tongue into her folds, rolled it over her clit. She bucked, her spread pussy slamming harder to his open mouth, her shoulders pushing harder to the wall. She reached for him and buried her hands in his hair, holding on as he sucked savagely on her clit, his hands mauling her ass with increasing frenzy. “God!”

“
He
has no say in your pleasure either, Inari.” Ezryn lifted his head from her sex. His black stare pinned her to the wall as surely as his hands and body did. “Only I do.” He gripped her thighs. “And that is the way I intend to keep it. Succubus or no, you are my slave, my food source now.” His face was so close to her sex she could feel the chill of his body seep into her flushed folds. A shiver rippled up her spine, its menacing bliss intensified by the cool moisture of his saliva on her spread thighs and pussy. By the Powers, how had this happened? How had she become a prisoner of not only a master vampire but also her own licentious pleasure?

Who cares?

“To think,” Ezryn whispered, “all this time I believed it was some ridiculous notion of desire drawing me to you.”

Her breath caught in her throat and Ezryn chuckled, the sound soulless, callous and wickedly carnal. “Time to scream, Principatus.”

His eyes shimmered red fire and his mouth reclaimed her pussy, his teeth capturing her clit.

Her orgasm claimed her, sharp and savage. She arched, bucking into his mouth, her cries growing louder with each abrupt wave of tension crashing through her. Ezryn lapped at her cream, his tongue penetrating her folds, stroking her heat.

“Fuck!” Inari burst out, both at his invading tongue and masterful hands. He massaged her butt cheeks in tightening squeezes, the pressure echoing the building eruption in her sex. It was as though he could feel her climax through her wanton body and gave it back to her, his fingers detonating pulses of pleasurable pain that seemed to feed her orgasm until it consumed her. Owned her. “Oh, by the Powers, yes, yes!”

His tongue lashed faster at her clit. He sucked the aching tip into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it again as he sank one finger, two, three into her pussy.

Stars of dizzying color filled Inari’s vision. She slammed her head back into the wall, eyes squeezed shut, incapable of thought. Without warning, Ezryn removed her legs from his shoulders and snapped upright, charting a path with his lips up her neck to her ear and back to her neck again. “Dark Ones, you smell so delicious.” His growl caressed her senses, and in a distant part of her mind, the coolly rational part on which she’d survived since becoming a Principatus, she heard a tremble in his voice. “So cursedly delicious.” He scraped his fangs along her throat and she shuddered, her juices slicking her thighs.

He captured her chin with a punishing grip and jerked her face to his, crushed his mouth to her lips with a growl so demonic and primitive she felt her skin prickle.

Fire. God. She was on fire.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth, possessing it with total domination, and the woman she was, the female being drowning in sensual bliss, surrendered. A willing servant to the vampire’s ownership of her pleasure.

No!

Her shout of terrified dismay shattered the heady lust fogging her mind. She clamped her fist tighter in Ezryn’s hair, shutting out the rapture of his kiss as she yanked his head backward.

He tore his mouth from hers, and for a split second, she swore his face contorted with confused regret. And then he chuckled again, that low, throaty laugh that made her pussy throb and her throat thick. “So the succubus still fights for control? Or is it the Principatus?”

Mindless hunger blazed in his eyes. The same mindless hunger Inari had seen before in the eyes of so many of her victims from a lifetime ago. Her breath caught. She
was
succubus again. She could feel it in her very core, in the very center of what made her female.

Is that so bad?

Fangs glinting, he smiled at her. “Either way,” he murmured. “I will enjoy the battle.”

Ezryn skimmed his fingertips over her breasts, her arm, and curled his fingers around her wrist in a grip she knew she would never be able to break.

Then don’t try.

The silent command whispered through her head and, as in the Pleasure Pussy, she could not tell if it was her voice or his.

She looked up at him, her heart racing. For a still moment—barely a heartbeat in time—she thought he was going to say something else. And then it was gone, replaced by an unreadable expression, a
human
expression that made her pulse leap into fierce flight.

No, Inari. Don’t do that. Don’t humanize him. Don’t try to make excuses for the pleasure you’re feeling. Don’t lose yourself to the lust or you will—

But her body wasn’t listening to her head. Why would it when Ezryn smoothed his free hand over her hips, her belly, down to the wet folds of her sex on which he’d only recently been sucking and nibbling? Why would it when he stroked his other hand confidently up the length of her arms, over her shoulders to tangle in her hair? To hold her head motionless as his lips brushed hers. Caressed them with a feathery kiss so light, so unexpected she moaned.