OwnedbytheNight (3 page)

“Kyrian!” She couldn’t hide the frustration in her tone.

She felt him chuckle and press a soft kiss to the inside of
her thigh. “Impatience is not a virtue, my lady.”

“Fuck virtue.” She fisted her hands in his hair and tugged
hard. “Use your fucking tongue.”

Granting her wish, he parted her slick folds with his
fingers and gave her pussy one long lick.

Yes.
This is what she needed. A rough edge to the
pleasure.

“More, please.”

He gave her exactly what she desired. He tongued her
clitoris like an expert, swirling the tip around and around before sucking the
tiny bud, teasing her delicate flesh with his razor-sharp teeth. Darting inside
her pussy, he would lick the cream that gathered, only to start the process
over and over again.

She closed her eyes, flung her head back against the wall
and threw one of her legs over his shoulder. He had the most talented tongue
and he wasn’t afraid to show off his abilities. She thrust her pelvis forward
and forced his face closer to her sweet spot. She focused on the way his tongue
dragged up and down against her sensitive lips.

She wanted to come. She was so close to orgasm.

Releasing his hair, she snaked a hand down between her
thighs and worried her clitoris. The added friction made her gasp.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” She chanted the two words over
and over.

When he bit her inner thigh, her life force flowing into his
mouth, Allegra couldn’t hold back. Connected to him mentally, she felt his
triumphant silent roar as her vampiric blood fed his need.

“Kyrian!” Crying his name into the night, she came on a wave
of blood, spurting her fluids into his eager mouth.

Her breathing hitched. Her breasts lifted, swelled. The ball
of tension in her stomach unfurled, released pleasure that made her womb
flutter. Stars burst behind her eyes, exploded and cooled. Everything went dark
as she focused on the pull of his mouth and the warm, sticky wetness between
her thighs.

As the orgasm abated and life flowed back into her muscles,
Allegra ran her fingers through his hair, stroked the nape of his neck and drew
in a deep breath. She pulled him to a standing position and pressed against his
body.

His body shuddered in her arms. She felt his heart
hammering. It matched the thundering rhythm of her own.

“Allegra…”

She continued to stroke his hair. “Yes?”

“I’m falling in love with you.” His words were gravelly,
harsh, as if their escapade had robbed his throat of moisture.

Her heart clenched. Six simple words robbed her of speech.
Coming from such an alpha male, his words had startling significance. With love
came responsibility, commitment and companionship.

But also the fear of enslavement, of possession.

She loved him. How could she not? Of course she was in love
with him.

Her mate. Her druid.

She would never tell him. Couldn’t. She would not risk being
enslaved to a Master as she had been in Rome.

As tears welled in her eyes, she said the only words she
could muster. “I know.”

Chapter Three

Allegra loved France. Since Louis XIV had begun his reign
thirty-nine years ago, Paris had burst into a city of excess. The new Palace of
Versailles was simply awe-inspiring, even to her. It hosted the most lavish
society parties and she’d been fortunate enough to attend every one.

Everything was much more decadent, including the blood.
Running her hand across a human male’s shoulders, she cradled the back of his
head, twined her fingers in his thick blond hair as she fed from his neck. The
male moaned and his whimpers of pleasure assaulted her senses, yet all she
could think about was the heady, unique taste. Blood spurted into her
mouth—hot, rich, decadent. Salty, metallic, tangy. Human life force flowed
through her veins, enriching her body.

His heartbeat began to slow and she retracted her fangs.
Licking the wound with one swipe of her tongue, she kissed her way up his
corded neck to his lips. Despite the need for blood, she would never kill
unnecessarily. Too many bodies, too many innocent people dying, would draw
attention to herself. The last thing she needed was to be captured and tried as
a witch. If they burned her, she would die like every other creature.

She shuddered at the thought. Allegra had no desire to be
burned at the stake.

The smile on the man’s face pleased her as she laid him back
onto the numerous plush fur rugs. It was always a great compliment to leave her
food with an orgasmic memory.

As she turned to leave, a hand grabbed her wrist. She
blinked and looked down at the human male. His eyes were half closed in
rapture, a smile curled the edges of his lips and his fingers were wrapped
around the delicate bones of her wrist.

“Stay, little one. Stay awhile longer and let me pleasure
you as you have me.”

It was Allegra’s turn to smile. Human mortals, always so
arrogant, thinking the pleasure they could give would be irresistible to a
woman.

Withdrawing herself from his grasp, she leaned down and
pressed her lips to his. “Sorry, handsome. Not now.”

Patting his cheek, she scanned the room for Kyrian. He was
glaring at her intently. Two females of great beauty sat on either side of his
body, one blonde, one brunette. They pawed his skin, stroked his cock through
the material of his breeches. Anger blazed in his eyes. Anger at her giving
pleasure to the human male? Was the druid jealous of the food?

Quirking a brow, she challenged his angry stare. Never
taking his eyes off hers, he gripped a handful of the brunette female’s
luscious hair. Dragging her head up to his lips, he nipped her collarbone,
teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

His teeth pierced the flesh. Over the years, his skill at
feeding had grown considerably. His power and grace were a heady combination,
sending a slither of desire down her spine. She watched the muscles in his neck
work as he drank deeply.

An attentive male, he slipped the fingers of his other hand
down to the blonde’s pussy, strumming her clit. Oh yes, her mate had become a
formidable lover. His dominance radiated from every pore, touching every human
in the room. Men knew to get out of his way. Females flocked to touch his body,
to be one of the chosen who got pleasured by the handsome druid.

As his power as a druid and a vampire grew, so did his
dominance. Even over her.

Allegra made idle chitchat with a society male. She spoke
graciously, laughed at the appropriate times but barely listened to the words.
Sometimes men could be extremely dull.

Her mate brooded across the room. He always did that at
parties, not appreciating their food source came from among these people.

“Allegra…”

The male’s hand closed over her breast. Startled, she glared
at the stupid fop. She’d known he was drunk but this was a step too far.

She batted his hand away. “Please, Edward…” Was that this
name? Right now, she didn’t care. He’d irritated her.

“Leave now.”

The rough tone coming from above made her look up. She knew
who the voice belonged to. She sighed. Kyrian was always so possessive.

Edward scampered off.

“Do you have to scare the food?” She rolled her eyes at her
mate.

He cupped her chin between his fingers. “He touched you and
now he must pay.”

“No.” She knew what his words meant. She’d seen him teach
males a lesson before. It usually involved a certain level of violence. She
didn’t want that here. Not tonight.

Kyrian mumbled some words under his breath and she tensed.
He cast a spell. She tried to counter, throw up her barriers, but his magical
strength had grown. The paralyzing spell seeped into her pores, froze her to
the spot. She could talk but not move.

“You bastard.”

He smirked. “You will stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

As he walked away, fear blossomed. For the first time ever
she’d been unable to break one of his spells.

At times she enjoyed his forceful nature. Other times, it
frightened the hell out of her. Memories of her life as a Roman slave came
flooding back. She couldn’t go back to that.

He whispered her name in her mind.
Allegra.

She began to panic. She couldn’t move. Her skin itched. Fear
beat at her mind.

Allegra.

She felt the pull of his words. The dark compulsion. Her
name on his tongue held a command, drawing her. Her body walked involuntarily
toward him.

Drawing on her own power, calling it forth, she resisted the
summons, put up a barrier between them. How dare he try to coerce her?

“No, druid. I am not yours to command.”

Turning her back on him, she exited the private dwelling and
drew in huge gulps of night air. Revenants did not need to breathe yet the
gesture was oddly comforting.

Kyrian’s growing strength, his fire, his passion, his
dominance, would consume her eventually. She could feel it deep in her heart,
knew it with every extrasensory power she possessed. It was becoming harder and
harder to resist.

Somewhere inside the darkest part of her soul, she didn’t
want to.

Kyrian caressed her shoulders. She felt his heat through the
thick material of her gown. His ability to approach her without her knowledge
was another sure sign of his commanding power. No one could sneak up on her, no
one except him. Her druid, the vampire she had created and thought to contain.
How wrong she had been.

His voice sounded tired. “Why do you run from me, Allegra?
Isn’t this what you wanted? Someone to match you? Someone to match your power?”

He banded his arm around her waist, drawing her body flush
against his.

His hard cock prodded into the soft cheeks of her ass.
“Someone so powerful they possess you.”

She stiffened in his embrace. “Possess me, druid? No man
possesses me.”

He rimmed the shell of her ear with his tongue. “But I’m not
just a man.”

No, he was druid and vampire. A powerful combination. One
more powerful than she could have ever imagined.

His hand snaked down and covered her pubic bone. His fingers
pressed against the seam of her pussy, stroked her clit through the material of
her gown. Even these innocent caresses had a moan dropping from her lips. She
couldn’t resist him, resist the sex and power he had to offer.

“I love you, Allegra. Why can’t you understand that?”

His other hand moved to her neck. His fingertips feathered
her pulse point as he continued to stroke her already sopping cunt.

“Please, Kyrian…”

“‘Please, Kyrian,’ what? Make you come? You want me to slip
my fingers inside your cunt and fuck you, Allegra? Is that all you want from
me?”

His hurt tone pierced her soul but she couldn’t admit how
she felt. Wouldn’t.

Instead of bunching up her skirts, he pulled a knife from
his thigh and slit the material. Throwing the knife to the ground, he slipped
his hand inside and tore the material. The rip was audible in the silence of
the evening. She gasped. The brutality of it sent pulses of electricity zinging
through her already overly aware body. Some dark part of her made a squeal of
delight at his dominance.

All thought ceased when his fingers found her folds. He
pushed inside, curled his hand and rubbed at the sweet spot just below her
pubic bone. Her limbs gave way and she sagged but he held her up with a hand at
her neck.

“Come for me, Allegra. Coat my hand in your juices. Let me
give that cunt the orgasm only I can give it.”

“
Yessssss…
”

She felt the pressure building. Clenching her eyes closed,
she blocked out everything except the friction his fingers were creating inside
her.

He tugged one of her nipples, plucked, bringing it to a hard
peak. She loved him touching her breasts. He knew exactly the right amount of
pressure she needed. He had skilled hands in every sense of the word.

“Please…”

His laugh was cold and dark in her ear. Sadistic even. He
wasn’t going to let her come yet.

Damn him.
Was he punishing her for failing to admit
her feelings?

“I want you so hot for me, Allegra. So wet. Not yet. Don’t
come yet. I forbid it.”

She almost cried with frustration. Her cunt tingled, her
lips puffy and wet, her juices soaking his fingers. She could smell her musk in
the air.

He rubbed his forefinger against her sweet spot over and
over, he worried her clit furiously. Her breath came in short pants. She was
almost there, so close to the edge, but she couldn’t find release. Not until he
allowed her.

He curled his fingers, forced them deeper inside her. She
pulsed around him.

“Oh, oh, oh…”

“Come for me, Allegra. Come for
me
.”

She came on his command, on a rush of heat and friction. The
orgasm hit her in wave after wave. She soaked his hand, coating his fingers
with her cum.

“Kyrian.” She sobbed out his name in pleasure and relief.

“You belong to me, Allegra. Not that human male in there who
thinks to ‘pleasure’ you. He doesn’t know how to please you, does he? Doesn’t
know what you crave, what you need. Doesn’t understand that to be given
pleasure, true pleasure, you need to be owned by someone. Say it, Allegra. We
both know the truth. Say the name of the male who owns you.”

Although her mind railed against his words, her body
responded by going pliant. Liquid pooled between her already-soaking thighs.

She knew he was right. Even before his name dripped from her
lips, she knew she had to leave him. To run away. To leave him behind. His
power, his command over her and her body, was too great for her to resist.

“Kyrian…”

“What, Allegra?”

A tear leaked, ran down her cheek. “Don’t make me say it.”

The life she’d lived in Rome came flooding back to her. The
endless days and nights of servitude, the beatings, the rapes. She’d been owned
in every sense of the word, treated like a possession.