Forged of Fire (25 page)

“Anything,” he rushed. “I will do anything. Please.”

“I have ten new recruits that are in need of blood.” Ash said. “Go to them and offer your services.” Ash leaned in and grinned sinisterly. “Offer them anything they may desire.” Ash straightened. “When they are finished with you I want you to pack your shit and get the fuck off my land! Your true love will live if you have met with my orders by six A.M.” He shoved the male hard towards the door, nearly knocking him down. “Go!”

Ash turned back towards his mate who was tending with care to the blood slave starting to come to on the ground. The affection made him even madder.
Who the fuck was she to deserve such attention?
“Get up!” Ash lowered the wall of flames that separated them.

“Damn you!” Kielyn spat at him. “She was only trying to do what you brought her here to do!”

Ash knelt quickly and had Kielyn’s chin pinched hard between his forefinger and thumb before her eyes could even blink. “Same goes for you, dear. One more word and I will kill her. Go to the bed!” He ordered Kielyn before dropping his hand and looking at the shaking Gilly. “You,” he addressed the Gilcolm. “Get up, go to your room, and kneel on your knees, arms and forehead stretched out on the cold, stone floor and wait. I will deal with your punishment when I’m done with my mate’s.”

Gilly pushed quickly to her wobbly legs and scrambled out of the room. Ash turned to Kielyn who was not on the bed as directed but standing defiantly beside it, arms crossed. He began to unbuckle his belt. “So you chose to not obey me yet again?” He pulled the leather from the belt loops.

“I will not do anything you say until you explain yourself.”

“Me? Explain myself?” Ash looped the belt and held it at his side as he began to unbutton his shirt with his free hand. “I arrive home to find that my mate has gotten drunk with two blood slaves, taken them to a restricted part of the house. To her bedroom, no less.” He could feel his anger building anew as his vision grew into a tunnel again, all light obstructed. “Then proceeds to enlist them both in what looked to be the start of an orgy! Under my fucking roof!” Ash smacked the leather across his palm without warning, causing her to flinch.

“Orgy! I was not seducing them! How dare you! I was weak and needed blood. Had you been on time…”

She stopped mid-sentence when Ash began to advance towards her, her eyes going to the belt. “So it was my tardiness that caused you to act like a wanton baby Vamp?” He ground out, unbuttoning his pants.

“I was doing no such thing!” Ash reached her and ripped her sweater over her head. She made to cover her breasts. “I will not play whatever game you are playing Ash. I’m your wife!”

Ash pulled her arms roughly to her sides. “My mate!” He corrected. “And I assure you, this is no game.” He laid the belt on the bed. “You are my mate and you disrespected me by allowing another man to touch you intimately!”

Before she could answer he yanked her jeans off to the floor and pushed her back on the bed. Ash needed to remind her who she belonged to! She had been reckless. Again! What would have happened if he had not bust in when he did? Would she have drank from Christopher too? Would she have become aroused? Was she turned on drinking from Gilly and having Christopher caress her bare skin? How on earth could she betray him? “Did you get turned on feeding from her?” Ash crawled over her and reached down to take one of her nipples in his mouth, pulling it taut with his teeth. She gasped. “Tell me you did not feed from that simpleton as well.”

“No! I was not in the least turned on and he is not a simpleton. They are both very nice.” She pushed at his chest so Ash pinned her arms over her head and assaulted the other nipple causing her to writhe beneath him. “Why are you punishing them? Me?”

Ash looked her dead in the eye. “Never lump yourself into their category! You are my mate and a fucking Queen! They are submissive blood slaves, Kielyn, not friends!” She stared hard back at him. Ash slipped a finger through her moist folds causing her to arch her back. “And, I can show you punishment if that is what you want, sweetheart.”

“Have you not already punished me enough?” She growled through her teeth, but her body was singing a totally different tune.

“Not in the least,” he said evenly. His new bride had zero concept of what she was dealing with. She was still living with her mortal illusions of equality. His little mate needed a lesson in dominance if she would ever be able to exact it on others herself. Ash felt his anger at her naivety redirecting its strength into his growing erection. “You need to see them as they see themselves. You need to be taught what roles we all play.” He pushed his pants over his hips. “Consider this a lesson well earned.”

****

Something about the way Ash delivered the words made them sound more like a threat than a lesson and Kielyn instantly regretted challenging him so. This was not the male she had come to know. She made to scoot back but he flattened his palm on her belly, pinning her in place. “Oh no, dear.” He clucked. “You made your proverbial bed, now you’re going to get fucked in it.” He angled over her, positioning himself. “Hard!”

That was the only warning he gave her before impaling her. Kielyn heard herself gasp as her body fought to accommodate his size. He allowed no grace period and began pumping into her. Her legs instinctively started to lower from their bent position so he did not have such access. Ash caught their descent with both hands by the back of the knees and pushed her legs up towards her head, driving in harder. Tears popped up behind her eyelashes and she tore at his back with her nails trying to get some leverage. Her body began to shake with equal parts pleasure and pain as he withdrew and slammed into her again. “Not yet!” He ordered as if he could feel her orgasm mounting. “You will wait for me.” He growled.

Kielyn bit his nipple in frustration and pushed her hands down his back, grabbing his ass hard. His muscles tightened and flexed even more in her palms as he thrust into her. He flipped her over onto her stomach and continued to pound her so hard and fast that they worked their way up the bed. Her head hit the headboard on a breathy rasp. Spreading her legs with his thighs as wide as she thought able he held her down, one hand on her waist and one on her hip.

“God damn it!” She cursed, ready to cum but unable to. He was forcing her to wait with his speed and positioning. He was making sure he got everything he desired first. He was dominating her and to her utter shock, she was enjoying it as much, if not more, than she hated it. “Please.” She begged, her hand reaching between her own legs for some relief.

“This is not about you, sweetheart!” He growled, grabbing her wrist and pulling them to the small of her back, securing them with one of his much larger hands. His free hand continued to grip her hip painfully as he rammed his cock into her again and again. “I could take you like this anytime I want. You have clearly mistaken my past tenderness for a weakness,” he panted. “You have known the man, now let me introduce you to the beast!” He was fucking her so hard now that the bed was crashing into the wall. “You. Are.” He withdrew completely out of her. “Mine!” He thrust back into her with such force that Kielyn nearly saw stars. She cried out with want as hot liquid filled her completely. He slowed his pace and pulled her up off the bed so that she was upright against his heaving chest. “Say that you are sorry.” His labored breath fanned out across her neck.

Kielyn wanted to cry. Could he really do this? Could he revenge fuck her and not allow her to reach her own orgasm? Her body was on pins and needles from the erotic torture and her mind was utterly racked with worry. “I’m sorry.” She half sobbed low in her throat.

His hand reached around her as he continued to fuck her, his fingers going right to her clit. The moment he rolled her aching nub between his fingers she came undone, blinding fireworks exploded in her core and she pushed her ass back into his hips, feeling him harden again. In and out. He increased the pace as she continued to ride the euphoric waves. Her head rolled back against his chest as his hips drove in deep, burying himself to the hilt with each thrust. He cursed into her hair as he came again on one final thrust. Kielyn’s body convulsed and her legs shook.

Ash slowly pulled free of her. Kielyn stayed frozen in place, unsure if she could even find the energy to lay down as she so desperately wanted to now. She felt the mattress shift as he climbed off and began pulling on his pants. “Where are you going?” She asked, knowing she did not really want the answer.

“I am going to go see to your blood slave’s punishment since you have proved you lack the ability to lead her properly.”

Kielyn’s heart dropped like a sinking ship into the pit of her stomach.
Would he?
A million images answered her back, none of them good.
Would he beat her? Kill her?
He had punished Kielyn with grudge sex and the threat of withholding her climax. Is that what a Dom did?
Dear God, surely he would not fuck her!
Her head turned to him where he was buttoning up his shirt as if nothing had occurred. As if he had not just demonstrated his power over her in the most wicked of ways. “How are you going to punish her?” She whispered, terrified of his answer.

His eyes lifted from the buttons of his shirt’s cuffs as he fastened them into place. What Kielyn saw there, reflected in his icy blue orbs chilled her to the bone.
Nothing!
The anger was seemingly gone and with it the passion. In its place was nothing. No emotion regarding Kielyn or her question. “You have lost the right to know what I’m about to do to her.” He answered flatly. And with those parting words, he strolled briskly from the room.

****

Ash was not a fucking Dom. Dominate male, yes. Control freak, yes. But, the one thing that separated him and all the “Doms” over the centuries was that he did not require a lover to be totally reliant on him. He was attracted to independent females. He craved a clever mind and a sharp tongue. Always had. So why now, after all these years was he becoming so damn insecure... The word halted him dead in his tracks.
Insecure?
Had he not just confessed the unfamiliar word, Ash was not sure he would have understood it. Was he worried that he might not be enough for Kielyn?

He rounded the corner to the castle’s study on the main floor. Now that his emotions were calming down he was seeing things in a whole new light. He had been beyond pissed when he learned Kielyn was alone in her room with the two blood slaves. But, he was terrified when he saw her feeding from Gilly while Christopher, clearly turned on, watched. When Ash’s eyes landed on the male touching her skin the room had faded to black. After that the events were chopped up in his mind. The black had lifted at times to a muddy clarity, but only come into focus for small, sporadic and unexplainable moments.

Dear God!
Ash put a hand out to steady himself on a chair as the realization set in. He barely remembered anything continuously from the point he entered her room up until Kielyn said she was sorry. It was as if he was recalling the events broken and fragmented like a dream sequence. He had been present, but it was another steering the ship. It was the same sensation he had when he attacked Alaric.
The Dragon!
He had released the monster on his own mate and all because he was jealous.

He made straight for the side bar poured a scotch and downed it, needing to feel the burn. What had he done? He poured another. Sure, Kielyn should have never taken them into her personal chambers and it irked him that she was still so green. But…up until four days ago she had only been a twenty-one year old mortal. Of course she was naive! She could have over fed and killed both of the Gilcolms not to mention Kielyn had no idea what would have happened when she tasted human blood for the first time. The first time Ash had drank from a mortal he fucked the woman near to death. It killed him to think of what might have occurred if he did not barge in when he had. No, Ash was not incorrect in being upset with her for the lack of judgment. All of her first experiences as a newly made Vampire should be supervised. By him!

He filled another glass and tipped it back just as footsteps sounded down the hall.
Fucking Feathers!
“What is it now?” Ash said before Stefen even entered the room.

“You left rather quickly.”

Subtlety was never a friend to Ash and he knew it. The moment he sensed a change in Kielyn, apparently another new mated acquirement, Ash had bolted from the estate on the far side of his land. “I have some telekinetic attachment to Kielyn now and I suspected something was amiss.”