Enslave (12 page)

Varya had almost laughed when that thought had first dawned on her but since then she had spent hours thinking about it and whether it was possible.

She shouldn’t be thinking about him at all.

She was stronger now, had gained enough energy from that wild moment with Andreu and the equally as passionate ones that had followed in this very bed, and she should have been searching for a means of escape.

So why couldn’t she bring herself to leave the bed and Andreu’s arms?

Varya looked up at him. He was sleeping soundly, lips parted to reveal blunt teeth. There had been a hint of fang on show when he had looked at her neck after their first time. He wanted to bite her, and there was a dark secret part of her that wanted to let him. A vampire’s bite was too dangerous. Allowing herself to use him to gain sexual energy was bad enough. The man was forbidden for a reason and the more time she spent with him, the more dangerous he felt, but she couldn’t fathom why.

He had said some terrible things but he had also risked his life to save her, and when she had suggested finding a male to feed from, he had bristled and shown an emotion that had sparked her curiosity. Jealousy. He hadn’t hidden it well at all.

For all his noise and protests, Andreu wanted her.

And that made her feel something she had never experienced before.

She felt beautiful.

Not a foul creature that stole energy from others and controlled them in order to do it, a creature that most fae looked down on, fae that included the incubi since that species had claimed some sort of moral high ground by vowing they would never feed from an unwilling host and never control their conquests.

It felt good.

She had been alive for three centuries and only one other man had ever made her feel special. The fae king. It turned out that he had said whatever it had taken in order to lure her into his castle and keep her there. She had been duped by him.

Was Andreu tricking her too?

The marks around her neck burned, a potent reminder that he had already tricked her.

No, she believed him when he said he hadn’t known what would happen to her. He hadn’t lied.

Andreu sighed in his sleep and his arm tightened against her back, pinning her to his side. She stared at his mouth, studying his teeth. Would his fangs hurt if she allowed him to bite her?

Varya frowned at herself. It wasn’t going to happen. Her curiosity already had her chained to this cursed theatre. She would not allow Andreu to enslave her too.

He smacked his lips together and rolled his head towards her, giving her a clear unhindered view of his exotic beauty.

“You should not have come back,” he husked in a sleep-roughened voice.

“I know.”

He exhaled another sigh. “I hoped that you would not even as I prayed that you would.”

“Why?” Varya stroked her finger down the line between the defined muscles of his chest and followed it with her gaze.

“Did I pray you would come back?” He slowly opened his eyes, revealing their dark endless blue depths. She nodded. “Mmm, because I wanted to kiss you again. It seems God has deemed me worthy of having my prayers answered, but had I known the price you would pay… Dios… Varya, I would never have asked him to bring you back to me.”

He meant it too. She could feel that in the steady beat of his heart against her fingers and the honesty in his gaze.

“Payne will find a way to undo it.” He hooked her hair behind her ear and she looked away, tracking her fingers as they traversed the thick ridges of his stomach.

“I want to talk about something else.” Anything else. Talking about the spell and the incubus was putting a dampener on her mood.

“Fine. What would you like to talk about?” He looked thoughtful and she shrugged. “How about you tell me why you gave up your name to me?”

Varya swallowed. The incubus must have told him that her name was highly valuable. “You didn’t tell him did you?”

He shook his head. “No, and it was Antoine who wanted it.”

“The one who placed the collar on me.” She frowned and went back to watching her hand. “I don’t like him. Do not give him my name.”

“I won’t. I promise. I will never tell anyone your name.” Andreu laid his hand on her face, his large palm cupping her cheek, and she glanced back at him. Her gaze stuck when it met his, the softness in it catching her off guard. Why was Andreu so different to all the men she had met in her long life? He looked at her with emotions she feared and she wasn’t sure what he was thinking behind his eyes. Did he know the way he looked at her or was he unaware of the feelings that shone in his eyes sometimes when he was watching her?

“I gave my name to you because I wanted to be free. It seemed like a fair exchange. My freedom for my name… and I felt sure you would not use it against me.” Varya walked her fingers around his navel, staring at it now. “Now my freedom is gone. I am bound to this theatre… not even to a person. I am stuck here in this vampire infested prison.”

Andreu slid his hand lower and pulled her up to him using only one strong arm. She didn’t resist when he closed his eyes and leaned towards her. She kissed him, needing the reassurance that he was offering. He still tasted like Heaven, his mouth skilled as it claimed hers and worked her body into a frenzy. She shifted and settled over him, her breasts pressed against his chest, and rested her elbows on either side of his head. He let her take control of the kiss. She felt the moment he relaxed into the red pillows and released command to her. Varya angled her mouth against his, slipping her tongue inside to taste more of him. His tongue grazed hers, cool against warm, teasing her senses, and his hands glided down the curve of her back and settled over her bare bottom.

He rolled her over, pinning her to the bed with his hard body, and deepened the kiss. Varya ran her fingers into his hair, clutching him to her, and met his passion. Fangs scraped against her lower lip. She didn’t pull back, was too intoxicated by the feel of his body and his mouth on hers to care even when she tasted blood.

Andreu growled and pulled her flush against his body, so every delicious inch of him pressed hard into her. He slanted his head and kissed the breath from her, his tongue seeking every molecule of blood he had drawn accidentally with his fangs. Gods it was wrong of her but she loved this possessive hungry side of him.

He rocked against her, grinding his long hard cock into her belly, and she moaned and raised her hips into his, seeking more than just his teasing.

She wanted him again.

Varya flipped him onto his back and smiled at the grunt that left him. She bit her lip and ground her body against his cock. Gods, he did feel good.

Andreu’s hands roughly claimed her hips and moved her up and down his length, his own groans joining hers, feral and hungry, a sound that delighted her. She truly brought out the beast in him. He did the same to her, made her want to let go and not worry about the consequences. Could he handle it? Normally even this sort of thing gave her a thrill and a heavy dose of energy that lit her up inside, but she felt only passion and arousal, and a need for more. Andreu could temper her power and she felt sure that he could handle her.

He growled when she slid down his body, worshipping every inch of delectable skin and muscle with her mouth. She glanced up when she reached the plane of his stomach and thrilled at the sight of him laying with his head tipped back into the pillows, his enormous fangs on show between his parted lips, and the cords of his neck taut. Varya lowered her mouth to his stomach, licking and kissing her way downwards, revelling in the taste of him.

Gods, she had been right when she had said he was sin made flesh. An incubus couldn’t even compare with this man. Andreu was more handsome and alluring than the best of them.

He hissed and clenched his teeth when she swept her tongue into his navel, every muscle going rigid. A pulse of desire shot through her, heating her core, and she rubbed her breasts against his cock, desperate to sate her hunger. He groaned and stretched his arms up, gripping the top of the headboard.

Varya moved on and swept her tongue along the length of his cock, tasting herself on him. He arched off the bed and groaned. She licked him again and wrapped her hand around him, feeling him pulse against her. Varya kept her eyes on him as she swirled her tongue around the blunt head of his cock, holding him tightly in her grasp so he couldn’t move and was at her mercy. Her pussy throbbed at the sight of him so hard and dark with need. She wanted to take him back inside her but resisted, desiring to draw out their pleasure this time.

He groaned again and it ended on a growl when she took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his long length and swallowing him. Varya moved her hand in time with her mouth, keeping the tempo slow as she sucked and licked him. Andreu’s growls were loud in the room, a hint of displeasure lacing them. She smiled wickedly. He wanted it faster but he had to play by her rules now. She was the one in control, at least for now.

The ebony headboard of the four-poster bed creaked under the pressure of his grip and he shifted his hips, bottom tensing each time she took him back inside her mouth.

“Varya.”

Sweet gods, the sound of her name uttered in pleasure almost had her coming undone. No man other than Andreu had ever spoken her name and to hear him groan it so it came out as a deep rumble of need set her heart racing. She sucked him back into her mouth, driven to give him more pleasure and satisfy his need.

What had the gods done to her? She had never given a moment’s thought to her host’s pleasure before, assured that they would feel good regardless of what she did to them, even if it ended in their death. Now she was doing things just so she could feel Andreu’s pleasure and hear his need for her. She wanted to satisfy him and please him, and do it the way he wanted it.

It wasn’t possible that she cared about him. Her kind didn’t know such emotions.

Yet, she felt that she might. She had watched lovers together and seen how they were sensitive to their other half’s needs and wanted to give them pleasure. What she was doing now was remarkably like that.

Varya rolled her tongue around the head of his cock and lapped at it, teasing and flicking it. He moaned and his breathing quickened, his erection twitching in her grasp.

“More,” he uttered and she complied, sucking him back into her mouth and moving on him, pressing her tongue hard into the underside of his cock each time she withdrew. He gasped and his thighs trembled, his whole body tightening. She could feel he was close to bursting and she expected her feeding instincts to awaken and tell her to take this moment to sink her body down onto his so he exploded within her and she could easily drink his pleasure and steal energy from his climax.

It didn’t.

She wanted to taste all of him, and that need was stronger than her instinct to feed.

Varya squeezed his cock and sucked him hard, and he cried hoarsely and climaxed, his warm seed pumping into her mouth. She swallowed the salty spending and moaned in time with him, her own body tight with need. She wanted to climax too.

She sat back astride his knees, her hands on his thighs, and smiled at him. He lay with his eyes closed, lips parted with his rapid breathing, and his hands still tightly holding the headboard. The knowledge that she had given him pleasure, that he had enjoyed what she had done and looked close to melting into the bed with satisfaction, warmed her from head to toe.

His blue eyes slowly opened and he stared at the crimson canopy of the bed for a few seconds before his gaze drifted down to her. Red ringed his irises, his pupils beginning to transform into narrowed slits.

He pulled his feet out from under her, crawled across the bed and knelt before her. Varya didn’t move. She waited, part of her afraid and part of her welcoming this darker side of him. He slid his hand between her bare legs and she gasped as his fingers delved between her plush petals.

“Wet for me?” he husked and she nodded. All for him. He dipped his hand lower and eased two fingers into her sheath, muttering a ripe curse under his breath as he did so. Did he like the feel of her and how hungry she was for him? It wasn’t her desire to feed that had her soaked with need. It was the thought of pleasuring him and having sex with him again, feeling his long cock filling her.

Varya looked down at his soft penis, wishing she had sunk down onto it at the height of his pleasure after all. She might have been able to ride him long enough to gain her own satisfaction too.

He withdrew his fingers and slowly pumped her, shattering her thoughts. She rose up, kneeling before him, and closed her eyes when he kissed her bare breasts. He swirled his tongue around her left nipple and thrust his fingers into her, his thumb teasing her clitoris. She wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her, drowning in the sensations that flowed through her, sparks of pleasure and ripples of pain as he hardened his thrusts.

He moaned as she began to move on his hand, riding his fingers, and she tipped her head back, groaning with him, unable to stop herself from writhing and thrusting. He suckled her nipple, fingers moving inside her, the flat of them brushing over her sensitive spot and heightening her pleasure. Her thighs quivered, body hot and aching, trembling with need. She needed more.

“Andreu,” she whispered, breathless and dizzy, gasping for air as she shifted her hips, feeling his fingers thrusting to the hilt inside her. “Gods, Andreu… more. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t intend to,” he murmured and kissed across to her other breast, lavishing it with attention.

Varya rocked her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers, her eyebrows furrowed and body tight all over. The sparks of pleasure intensified, burning hotter and raising her temperature another thousand degrees. She gasped with each deep plunge of his two fingers and each quick sweep of his thumb across her clitoris. He laved her nipple with his tongue, teasing her and sending flares skittering over her skin from its centre. Heaven. She truly had found Heaven.

Her whole world shattered in a rainbow of colours, a hot rush of bliss flowing through her veins, and she cried out his name as she came, her body clenching his fingers and shaking. Andreu kissed her breast, sucked her nipple, gentler now as his fingers slowed inside her, carefully bringing her down from her climax. She loosened her grip on him, settling her arms around his neck, and didn’t resist him when he pulled his fingers out of her and lay back, so she lay on top of him.