Dominion (Book 1 of The Dominion Series) (33 page)

"Turn around and hold out your hands behind your back."

I do, without hesitation, my body warming immediately. I hear his boots on the marble floor and hear drawers open and shut. Then, he binds my wrists with soft rope so that they're confined behind me. Then he turns me around to face him.

"On your knees."

I do what he says, kneeling down, my face level with his hips and I know what's coming. He unbuttons his coat, and pulls it open, then unzips his pants, dropping them to his ankles. He leans over me, his hands spread against the wall.

"Suck me." His voice is low, full of lust.

And oh, that order and the sound of the need in his voice just sends a jolt of lust right to my groin, my muscles clenching and I have to close my eyes for a moment, and try to catch my breath. My own body warms to the look of blatant lust on his beautiful face.

"
Now
, Eve," he says.

His erection is long and so thick, as pale as the rest of his body and so beautiful, dripping he's so aroused. I lick the head, taking the fluid onto my tongue, then the entire head in my mouth, tonguing it, running my lips over the rim and head, slowly then more quickly, the skin so silky and smooth. I take more of his length in my mouth with each movement and I can feel what he feels and it feels so good, his body becomes my body and I become more and more aroused as he does.

He moans and I look up at him and hold his gaze as my mouth moves over his length, sucking him. He's breathing hard, I'm breathing hard, he has one hand on my head, thrusting his hips in time with my motions, his eyes closing and I know he's so close for he's now rock hard and I'm so wet and aroused.

"I'm going to come," he says, as if warning me. I increase my pace and his muscles all tense, as do mine, his breathing hitches, as does mine, and he groans as he spasms in my mouth and I swallow him, my own body responding, his taste strong and salty, and he's gasping above me, his face almost in pain and I know it's very powerful for him, the feel of my mouth on him as he comes, my tongue on the sensitive head, the look of him inside my mouth. When he's done, I lick him softly, kiss the head, his erection still pulsing but spent.

He pulls me up, leaning his entire body against me, almost falling against me, and kisses me, his tongue touching mine and he tastes himself on me, he feels my arousal, how my body aches and throbs for him. He breaks the kiss and just leans against me for a moment. Then he turns me around and unties the rope, releasing my hands.

"I want you on the bed now," he says, still breathing heavily, his mouth near my ear.

I comply, thinking that now he'll pleasure me as he imagined when he kissed me on the steps to my apartment and it sends a surge of desire through me.

"Maybe a bath first?" I say, thinking I might be a bit sweaty after our night in the dojo and park.

He shakes his head and motions at me with his finger.

"On the bed. Untie your hair."

He stands at the foot of the huge canopy bed as I climb on and unravel my hair, running my fingers through it so that it falls long down my back, over my shoulders.

"Lie on your back and spread your legs wide, bend your knees."

I do as he orders, my legs spreading, only a moment of hesitation and a touch of shyness, for it exposes me to him completely. I wait for him to join me but he doesn't. He just stands staring at me, his eyes on my sex.

"Make yourself come."

Oh,
God
…

"But I want
you
to make me…" I say, thinking of his tongue, but then I stop.

"This is your punishment, Eve, for disobeying me tonight," he says, his voice low. "I know you're shy about this. It's my pleasure to watch you masturbate like you were doing when I came over and got into trouble because you're so desirable."

I close my eyes and touch myself, my fingers going right to my sex.

"
Slowly
," he says. "Touch your body first. Imagine me touching you. I would touch you everywhere, kissing you, licking you, biting you."

His words just make me even more aroused, and I comply, touching my neck where I know he'd kiss me, where he wants to bite me, then down my shoulders to my breasts, which I cup and squeeze, rubbing my nipples between my fingers and thumbs, then lower, sliding my hands over my hips and then to my belly.

I open my eyes to watch him watching me, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted and I think he's becoming aroused again, his hand on himself.

Finally, I touch my thighs softly, on either side of my sex, then slide a finger and then two between the lips of my sex, finding my hard and very swollen clit and rubbing it with the flat of my two fingers, slowly, up and down and around. It feels so good, and I begin to move my hips just a bit, thrusting slightly to increase the pleasure, my eyes closed, my own lips parted.

"Put your fingers inside of your body while you touch yourself."

Oh,
God
I love how his orders affect me, making me clench with pleasure.

I comply, slipping two fingers from my other hand inside and I'm so slick from everything, they slide in easily and I'm tight and wet. I remember how sweet it felt for Michel when he entered me, how good I felt to him, how tight and hot and wet.

Then he joins me on the bed, and I think he'll surely stop me and take over, but he doesn't. Instead, he just leans over me, watching, his eyes greedy for everything, looking at my face and in my eyes, at my breasts and at my fingers as they move on and in my flesh.

"Tell me when you're close."

I nod, and see his hand on himself and I close my eyes. The knowledge he's watching me while he touches himself arouses me so much, I'm almost there, breathless, my heart beating faster, the sweetness building.

"I'm close…" I say, barely able to speak.

Then he takes my hands away, pulling my fingers out of my body, and he slips his own fingers inside of me, his thumb on my clit, and it makes me gasp in shock and lust to feel him inside of me and his lust joins with mine, increasing it so much, I'm almost coming just from the feel of him.

"I want to feel you come around my fingers," he says, his voice choked. He keeps stroking my clit, thrusting his fingers inside of me, curling them upwards to stimulate me while he strokes me, and then I'm over the top.

"Open your eyes, Eve. Look at me while you come."

I do, staring into his blue eyes so filled with lust, my beautiful fallen priest, and I gasp, oh,
oh, oh
, my body convulses around his fingers, my eyes almost rolling back in my head from the pleasure.

Then he pulls his fingers out of me and is between my thighs, his cassock-coat still on, shoving himself into me, thrusting hard and fast. He leans over me and my orgasm continues without stopping. Then he's coming again, grunting, his face over mine, and he's unable to keep his eyes open, grimacing as he ejaculates into me. Oh, God, God,
God
…

He collapses on top of me, his mouth next to my ear, breathing hard, his body trembling. We just lie there recovering, and in a few minutes, he's breathing normally again and he starts to kiss my face, my cheeks, for I'm smiling. Then his mouth finds my neck and I know how much he wants to taste my blood right now, how much he wants to feed, and I feel his teeth sharp and on my skin and I almost tell him to
just do it
. But the moment passes and he pulls away and rests on his elbows above me, his eyes slowly returning to normal, his teeth retracting.

I glance at him lying on top of me.

"How come you always seem to have your clothes on and I'm always naked?"

He smiles at me.

"As it should be," he says. "It reinforces your submission." But he gets up and removes his coat before lying on his stomach beside me.

"How long will you be away?" I run my hand along his arm.

He examines his hands, rolling Julien's ring on his finger.

"It depends on how things go. I have to negotiate a deal with Soren to use his blood to resurrect Julien. I won't bargain him away for good, but Julien will be his servant for some good amount of time."

"How long?"

"Could be decades. Because we're among the older vampires, it'll be longer and take more to resurrect him. The Ancients have the power, Eve. The rest of us are children in comparison."

"What are they? The first vampires? What's so special about them? There isn't much written about them or any studies."

He takes in a breath. "I'll tell you but you won't believe it."

"The Fallen Angel stuff? I've read that," I say and shake my head. "You're right. I won't believe it. If they're more powerful, it's likely because they're the first to have the mutations. Maybe the mutations have diminished and become milder as time has passed and that's why you younger vampires aren't as powerful."

He smiles, but it's one of tolerance rather than agreement, like I'm a child that he's indulging.

"I've lived with an Ancient on a daily basis, Eve. I know what they are."

"Soren," I say. "He did this on purpose to get to you, didn't he?"

He nods.

"Yes," he says, his voice quiet, a note of distaste in it. "He's playing us all."

"Go to someone else."

"Eve… He's the only one I have any relationship with. I hate to do it. He's a true monster. But if I don't go to him, he'd destroy me if he found out I went to another."

"Go to someone stronger than him."

He just shakes his head as if I can't understand.

"Even if there was someone more powerful, there's no reason why they'd be willing to go to war with Soren just to resurrect Julien. This is a game of power. He won't just make Julien pay for this. He'll make me pay as well and that's what worries me and why I want you in protective custody."

"Protective custody?" I say and frown. "I don't like the sound of that."

"You don't like the sound of it, but that's the reality, Eve. Get used to it," he says and his voice is harsh. "Things will never be the same again."

I just look at him and the anger in his voice and the darkness in his eyes make me fear for myself.

"They aren't just old vampires, Eve. They're not fallen humans as you think of vampires. They're something entirely different."

I trace his bottom lip with my finger. He's so serious, so afraid of this thing he has to do.

"I can't come with you?"

"God,
no
," he says and shakes his head vigorously. "I'll never let you get within a hundred miles of him again."

"I don't like the sounds of that."

"You shouldn't. Let me warn you now," he says, and reaches out to pull me closer, running his fingers through my hair. "If you ever
ever
see him again, run the other way. Don't stop and don't look back. I mean it. He'll have you as his blood slave in a second."

"Why?"

"Because you're an Adept, Eve. You can connect. It's what they crave. It's what we
all
crave. You know how good it is."

I
do
know how good it is. "Almost too good."

He nods. "If you were my blood slave, it would be even better. With an Adept, we wouldn't have to even touch."

That sends a wave of something through me. "You said that before. You mean real telepathy? Like spooky action at a distance?"

He nods. "Exactly."

I turn over on my back and lie there, staring at the ceiling, the idea of real telepathy – reading Michel's mind at a distance like some kind of connection at the quantum level. It's disquieting and attractive at the same time. Then a thought comes to me – this thing between he and I – it's been going towards that ever since that night at the university when he held my hand too long.

"Tell me about that night I first met you."

"You were there."

"No," I say and turn over on my side so that I face him. I rest on my elbow and look straight at him. "Tell me what you were thinking." I reach out and touch him for good measure, to see if I can read him. "The truth."

He sighs as if he's been expecting this from me and pulls his hand away.

"Don't pull your hand away." I reach out to take his hand back but he won't let me.

"
Trust
, Eve," he says, his voice firm. "Do you trust me to tell you what you need to know?"

I just stare at him. I'm not sure I do. He did take those manuscript pages out because he didn't want me to read them. But I said all in, and so I decide to say I trust him even if I don't.

I nod, but don't say anything.

"When I read the message you posted in the forum," he says. "I thought that maybe this was the manuscript. When you called me, and told me the year it was first written – 1224 and that it was by a writer from Carcassonne, I knew it was the manuscript, but I wasn't sure if you were our lost Adept, despite the name. Stranger coincidences have happened to me over the years. When I touched you, I was overwhelmed by your response to me. You suspected I was a vampire and were debating whether to run. Only someone inside, from an Adept family or associated with the Council would suspect that I was a vampire. Then I read you and knew it was you."

He just looks at me, waiting for my questions.

"So," I say, my cheeks heating, upset at what he's saying for some reason. "When you realized who I was, what did you think? Did you think right away that you wanted me as your blood slave?"

He closes his eyes.

"
Yes
," he says. "That was my first instinct as it would be any vampire who knows what you are. It's what Julien would want as well. But I rejected that right away and that's why I tried to make you forget our meeting and the manuscript. I
don't
want it, Eve, at least not here," he says and taps his head. "But here?" He points to his heart. "I can't lie to you. It would be heaven."

"
Heaven
?" I say, incredulous. "To have me addicted to your blood so that I had to drink it or become sick?"

"I live every day addicted to blood." He glances away. "The heart wants what it wants."

"I know," I say, and a sense of sadness fills me. "I wouldn't wish it on anyone. But I have this fear that that's exactly where you and I are going. Can you deny it?"