Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (38 page)

BOOK: Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2)
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He moved from between her legs and sat back on his haunches watching her. “Kneel with your hands on the headboard.” He told her quietly and felt a smile tug at his lips at how readily she complied with his request. She was always so eager for sex. She might not be able to be fucked over and over again but it didn’t matter. She never denied him either a fuck or to feed off her but he had insisted on her taking Vitamin B and iron tablets to make up for him feeding exclusively from her.

“Spread your legs.” He whispered in her ear and she immediately did as he asked. When she was spread and waiting for him, he kneeled behind her and with one hand holding his cock, he guided it to her soaked cunt. He felt her wet heat coat his swollen head as he pressed forward, spearing his way into her, feeling her open to him, taking him deeper.

Once he was balls deep inside her, he raised his arms to either side of her, curling his hands around the metal bars of the bed. Holding himself still, feeling her tighten around him, he bent forward until his chest rested against her back.

“Move in with me my beauty.” He whispered in her ear but before she could answer him, he pulled nearly all the way out of her and held himself, barely in her. He smiled to himself when he heard her whimper and felt her wiggle her ass against him, trying to get him to move. With one fluid movement of his hips, he slammed into her, hearing her gasp as she was jolted forward, the rings on her fingers clattering on the steel of the headboard.

She cried out when he repeated his movements, pulling out and driving hard back in. Over and over he thrust, hearing her gasp and moan as she drew closer to her climax. He built her up, feeling her tighten around him but before she could tip over the edge and come, he stopped. He heard her frustrated growl, chuckling quietly at her reaction. She began to shift restlessly, gyrating and trying to grind her ass into him, desperate to make him start fucking her again. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still, denying her what she badly wanted. It was what he badly wanted too. It was an exercise in torture to hold back when his body screamed at him to thrust, but he was determined to break her and bend her to his will.  

“Damn you Fabian. Please, fuck me. Don’t do this, fuck me.” Her voice held a note of desperation.

“You want me to fuck you my beauty? Well move in with me and I’ll fuck you every night if you want it.” He growled the words in her ear.

“Fabian, fuck, fuck, don’t do this, damn you.”

He started moving again, thrusting with long, deep, steady strokes, tilting his hips until his piercing dragged its way inside her, grazing against her in that way he knew drove her crazy with lust. Going by her long sobbing moans, he was hitting the spot and when he felt her tightening, about to climax, he stopped again, grinding his teeth down hard at the torture he was putting himself through to make her comply with his wishes.

“Damn you, you bastard, stop it. Fine, fine, fuck you; I’ll make you regret you ever fucking well asked. I’ll move in with you. Now stop it and fuck me.” She snapped impatiently.

Fabian chuckled in her ear. “That’s such terrible language coming from your mouth my beauty. What’s wrong? Do you want to come? Aren’t you simply enjoying the closeness we have? It’s nice isn’t it? Maybe we could just snuggle instead?” He teased her, thoroughly enjoying himself despite the denial he was suffering too.

Another string of expletives poured from her mouth and he laughed louder before bending to nibble down the side of her neck. Lifting his hands again to the metal rail on the headboard of the bed, he pushed forward, sliding into her, slowly, smoothly, teasing her and driving his control to near breaking point.

Slowly he increased his pace, thrusting steadily, deeply listening as Sirene’s breathing began to hitch, her walls closing around him and he knew she was close to coming. Now he’d forced her to agree to move in with him, he would let her come. As he began to move even faster he lowered his lips to her neck, his fangs descending. With a low growl he thrust hard, just as he bit down and her warm blood began to flow into his mouth.  

He only took a few mouthfuls from her, but it was enough to push Sirene over the edge. Screaming his name, she shattered around him, squeezing him intimately. He felt the warmth of her release soak his cock and it was enough to break the last of his tenuous control. Gripping the metal frame of the bed even harder, he ground into her, his movements jerky as he exploded, coming hard, his head back, shouting out her name as he emptied into her, over and over.  

Once he was done, he bit into his wrist and held his bleeding arm to her. “Drink from me my beauty, please to heal the puncture marks from my fangs. I don’t wish for you to look like a pincushion because of me.”

He felt her lips close over his wound and she drank until he pulled away from her. Gently he pulled his softening cock from her and lowered himself to the mattress, bringing her with him. His eyes lifted to the mirror above his bed and met Sirene’s. She was glaring at him and he couldn’t help himself, he smiled at her.

His little witch was fuming, that much was obvious. Seeing the anger flashing in her eyes only made his smile wider. Maybe pissing her off wasn’t a wise idea, but he was determined to have her come and live with him so he could protect her, and there was nothing he wouldn’t have done to get his own way.

 

Sirene

 

‘Damn Fabian’ I silently cursed him as I lay by his side struggling to get my breath back under control. Damn him being vampire. He was just lying there, quietly, too damned quietly while I puffed and wheezed.

“I suppose you think you won that round.” I grumbled and watched as the far too sexy smug bastard rolled towards me grinning.

“You agreed to move in with me Sirene, are you going to go back on your word so soon?” He raised his eyebrows questioningly at me.

I sighed, staring into his pale eyes. Damn him for making me want him and damn him for being able to get what he wanted, even if his method was a little underhanded. I should cast a spell on him as punishment.

Something must have shown on my face because his eyes widened, then narrowed as he studied me. “Please don’t tell me you’re thinking up spells for rotting penises or something of equally horrendous value right now?”

The look on his face was my undoing and I burst out laughing. “You have no idea how tempting it is but you’re lucky I love you and don’t wish to harm you. Given your penis and its piercing bring me so much pleasure; it would be foolish of me to cast a rotting spell upon it now wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t that be the classic cutting off my nose to spite my face behaviour? I was going to agree to move in with you anyway, but you had to be impatient and force my hand in it. I just hope you know what you’re doing wanting a vampire and human living together. We run on different schedules Fabian.”

“I love you my beauty and we can work around the different sleep patterns. We do it now; why would it be any different when we’re living together? Now if you would only quit your job then everything would be perfect.”

I gaped at him. “That might be perfect for you, but it wouldn’t be for me. I like my job and if Tony doesn’t fire me for being pregnant, then eventually I’ll just ask for fewer gigs.”

“You are so stubborn and frustrating. That dungeon is sounding more and more appealing.” He threatened.

“You would lock me up to get your own way? You have to accept that you won’t always get things the way you want them Fabian.”

“I just want to take care of you. For centuries I never gave a shit about anything or anyone and then I met you. Trust me, if you were to ask the others they would all tell you, they have never seen me this way with a woman before. Plus you are expecting my child, a child that will never have a sibling, certainly not fathered by me anyway, given I’m vampire so it should not surprise you that I want to keep you near and protect you from anything or anyone who could bring you harm.”

My heart contracted at his words. He really did love me and I understood what he was saying. He’d found love, a man who never expected to. He was in all reality a man who had very little respect for women. He’d admitted that. He fucked them and left them and he’d done that for centuries until me.

His behaviour was both sweet, something I’d never admit to him, but it was a little too much as well. He could be too intense, frustratingly intense in fact. A few hours singing several nights a week were not a threat to me.

“You do realise lots of women continue to work while pregnant? My job isn’t even that taxing. Singing for a couple of hours a few nights a week isn’t exactly going to take its toll on me.” I tried to reason with him.

“Maybe not my beauty, but you’re on your feet for several hours, and I don’t like that other men in the club put their hands on you. They don’t have the right. They need to know that you are mine and if I have to beat that into every single one of them I will.” He growled and I burst out laughing.

“You are such an idiot.” I leaned in to kiss him.

“Do not call me an idiot.” He growled suddenly lunging at me, rolling me over onto my back before his lips crashed down on mine.

At the touch of his lips and his hands roaming over my body, everything we’d been saying was wiped from my mind and all I could focus on was the touch, the smell, the feel of Fabian.

 

Fabian

 

Fabian paced restlessly up and down in front of the stage as Sirene sang. His eyes constantly shifted up to hers before running down her body, as she moved around on stage. She was dressed in a silver dress, sleeveless, short, too short for a pregnant woman to be wearing and her feet in shoes too high for a pregnant woman to be standing in.

He snarled, just wanting to drag her off the stage and take her home where no other eyes besides his could look at her. He couldn’t though; instead he was forced to control himself and not frighten her fans with his possessive behaviour, but she brought out every damn emotion in him and all at once.

He was torn between wanting to tear the throats out of every man in the room who was looking at her with lust in their eyes. She was his and he hated having to share her. He hated that others saw her beauty, heard that angelic voice of hers. He just wanted to throw her over his shoulder and storm out of the club, take her home, to bed and fuck her senseless, but no, he had to control his natural instincts and settle for watching her and making sure no one put a hand on her.

He just had to get through another hour or so and then he could take Sirene home, but only after she’d spoken to her boss. Tonight, finally, 7 weeks after he’d been returned to vampire, she was going to tell Terry that she was pregnant. It was about time given she had a little bump now. It wasn’t obvious to all, but it sure as hell was obvious to him. His child was making his or her presence known.

Fabian was torn. A part of him hoped Terry wouldn’t want her to perform any more and then he could keep her home and safe. She might be human and a witch living in a house of vampires, but everyone knew not to lay a single finger on her if they didn’t want to die. She was safer in his home than anywhere else.

Then the other side of him didn’t want to see her heartbroken that she could no longer do what she loved to do, to sing. Still watching her perform, seeing how beautiful she looked and noticing that nearly every male eye was on her, many looking like they wanted in her pants made him glad he was dead. If his heart had still been beating, the stress of worrying about keeping men away from her and coping with his anger and jealousy would have given him a heart attack for sure.

As soon as Sirene finished her last song of the night, he was at the stairs to take her hand and help her down them. Just to make it perfectly clear to any man watching that she was his, he lowered his head and closed his lips over hers, kissing her passionately, even bending her over his arm with a dramatic flourish.

She gave him a knowing smirk when he finally stood her upright again. “You can stop with the whole claiming your territory Fabian, unless you’d like to piss on my leg just so you can really mark me?  I think everyone knows I’m with you now. What with the constant glaring at everyone as you paced up and down in front of the stage, your hands balled into fists all night and looking like you were going to take out anyone who so much as looked at me, it kind of gave it away.” She reached up and kissed his jaw.

“Come on witch and I can’t piss on you. I’m vampire; we don’t ‘piss.” He grinned at her smart mouth, before leading her through the crowds until they got out into the gaming room. That was the area she preferred to go after performing, to get a drink and a little peace and quiet. He didn’t give her a chance to stop though and kept leading her towards the staff area.

“Hang on Fabian. I want a drink.” She tried to pull her hand from his but he wouldn’t release her.

“Do you want a drink or you’re trying to stall telling Terry what’s going on?” He asked.

“Tell me what’s going on? What is going on?” Terry’s voice snapped both their heads around.

“Now is your chance my beauty.” Fabian pushed Sirene towards her employer. “You needed to speak with your boss, so now’s your chance.” He said, ignoring the death look she was shooting him. Her eyes were flashing and for a brief moment he wondered if she might give him that rotting penis after all. The thought made him grin to himself. Once upon a time having a witch in his life would have scared the crap out of him, but he had to believe that although she was very powerful, she did love him too, so hopefully she would spare him becoming a slug.

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