Trapped (3 page)

Kit. He was lost in pleasure. He whispered, “It feels so good to have you here with me, feeding from me. Not fighting me. This is as things should be, as it would have been all those years ago, had I accepted you as my consort. Feed from me, my love. Take from me what I give to you freely.”

His hips pumping back and forth, he thrust faster and faster, his grip on his cock tightening. The slit at the crest of his shaft wept pearly drops of arousal.

He felt the sharp caress of her fangs on his wrist as she bit down just above his own wounds. He didn’t pause to wonder why. He just thrust his hips faster, his balls drawing closer to his body, his stomach tightening with each thrust. He was so close to coming. Heat danced through his body, and shivers raced up and down his spine. His toes curled as he fucked his hand faster, and again she bit down. He lost it. White ribbons of cum landed on the bedspread, the carpet, coating his hand and his thighs. He continued to pump his hand until he was empty, his world becoming dim.

With sudden clarity, Rysen realized she was draining him dry. She was trying to kill him.

His hand fell away from his flaccid penis, and his eyes flew open, vision blurry.

“Kit,” he cried out. His voice was weak and hoarse, as if he’d been screaming. His body protested as he tried to tug his arm away from her.

Kit’s grip increased. She opened her eyes, looking at him now with hatred in her glowing yellow irises.

“What have I done?” he asked before his body fell forward, head swimming as his heart started to work harder, trying to pump what little blood he had left within him. He had to get away from her.

“I’m sorry, my darling,” he murmured weakly. He drew what little power he had to him and tore himself from her mouth. He stumbled out of the room and down the hallway and then into another room at the end. He fell onto a bed and bounced gently, thankful for his age and strength. He threw up a ward of protection against the door, but it cost him, draining more of his power. As sleep took him, his last thoughts were of Kit and her safety.

Kit awoke with light streaming through the windows. The sun was up and the room was spinning. Her head throbbed with pain. She tried to sit up, only to have her stomach threaten to rebel against her. Lying back down, she closed her eyes and tried to remember the events of the night before.

That’s right. She’d come to the inn for a final inspection of the place, and then he’d turned up. Opening her eyes again, she looked first left, then right. She didn’t see him anywhere, and she had no desire to sit up and risk throwing up. So she lay there, waiting, wondering if he would appear.

Then she remembered the others, and the seal, and the poison. It was obvious that her unknown enemies weren’t powerful enough to pass through the building’s protection seal.

Only very old vampyres had that kind of power.

Approaching footsteps made her tense. Light, with a clicking sound. Female, she thought. The scent of a floral perfume reached her nose, and her stomach roiled.

“Good afternoon, Lady Kit. Master Rysen called me here to ensure your comfort and safety,” a soft voice said.

Kit closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. He had called one of his whores to attend to her? “I’m fine,” she gritted out.

“His lordship informed me you were stubborn. He insisted that I check to make sure you are, in fact, well.”

Kit opened her mouth to protest when she felt cool air brush against her skin.

Gooseflesh rose on her arms, stomach, and legs.

Shit. She was naked. “What the hell did he do to me?”

“I don’t understand,” the soft voice said. A silken caress of fingertips caused Kit to shiver. A soothing energy poured into Kit, and her body became like water. She couldn’t move, despite the order she gave herself to sit up. Growling, she looked up at the intruder.

The vampyre looked young. Long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back in waves. She had large brown eyes, a pert nose, and a small rosebud mouth, like an anime character. A glance farther down almost made Kit think she was one, with her large chest and unnaturally small waist.

“How did you get past my wards?” Kit asked her.

“Me?”

“No, your twin sister. Yes, you.”

“I am two thousand, five hundred and twenty-five years old,” the vampyre said proudly. “Your wards were not difficult to pass. How is your stomach?”

“Peachy. Can you go now?”

“Not until his lordship arrives.”

“And just where is the asshole?”

The vampyre blinked for a second and then replied, “He is resting.”

Resting? A shiver of worry ran through her. Rysen didn’t rest. He was energy, life, vitality. What happened last night?

“I am Karella, by the way.” She gave Kit a small smile, and her eyes crinkled. She honestly did look like an anime character. All she needed was the space-age, naughty nurse costume with too many straps. “Can you eat?”

“Food or blood?”

“Food.”

“I doubt it.” As tempting as it was to pull a Linda Blair on the cheerful vampyre, she had no desire to throw up. “Do you have any clothes for me?”

“Of course. His lordship was specific about your clothing.”

Kit resisted the urge to groan. He probably wanted her dressed up like one of his whores, light on the fabric, heavy on the peek-a-boo. It surprised her when Karella showed her a simple dark blue tank top and jeans, complete with black button-up sweater and thick black socks.

“His lordship knew you would be more comfortable in this,” Karella said simply.

“Underwear?”

“He said you should not wear any.” Karella placed the clothes on the bed.

“Bastard.”

“Do you need help dressing?”

“I can manage.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Bambi, I’m positive.”

Karella blinked at the nickname but said nothing. Instead, she turned and left the room.

When she heard the soft click of the door, Kit closed her eyes. Until she got better, truly better, she was stuck at the inn with either Karella the Happy, Naughty Nurse, or Rysen. She wasn’t sure which was worse. She sat up slowly, and a wave of nausea hit her.

She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Her body shook and she felt dizzy.

Stumbling forward, she reached out with her hand, hoping to find something to steady herself against. Her hand landed on something hot, and a steady throb beat against her palm.

Opening her eyes slowly, she looked up into violet eyes. Rysen had returned, looking too pale to be healthy.

He took hold of her arm, and a flash of memory floated up, his lips brushing against her pulse point, his fangs sinking into her wrist. She moaned as her core pulsed in response to the phantom feeling. Her stomach tightened, and her nipples hardened into beads.

“I felt your anger and insecurity. I had to come see for myself.”

She tried to jerk her arm away from his grip, but he refused to let go. “You’re aroused, my darling. You’re aroused by me.”

“Go to hell.” She refused to tell him just how aroused he was making her.

“Been there, got the T-shirt. Do you need help dressing?”

“No, let go of me.”

“So you can sway on your feet and fall over? I think not. Allow me to support you.”

“Pervert. You just want to watch me get dressed.”

“That is quite true. I am a pervert. You bring out the letch in me. I want nothing more than to watch you bend over as you put on your jeans. I want see that sweet ass exposed to my gaze. I long to part those deliciously rounded cheeks, fall to my knees, and lap at your anus until you become aroused, your pussy dripping with need for my cock. I want to tease you until you squirm against me, urging me to fuck you long, hard, and deep. I want you to admit you want my cock up your ass, in your pussy, and in your mouth. So yes, darling, I am a pervert.”

She shivered at his words, each syllable causing her aching channel to clench with need, gushing more cream. Her clit throbbed as her nipples tightened even further.

“I want to watch you put on your tank top. See those delicious nipples of yours pressed against the thin fabric of your shirt. I want to take those nipples in my mouth and suck on them while my fingers sink into your pussy, feel your juices slip over my hand and down my forearm. I want to finger fuck you until you come all over my hand, until the air is heavy and pungent with the scent of your sex.”

The image inflamed her. She wanted what he was saying so badly. Her cunt clenched with need. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm tightening, curling, writhing within her. She tried to control it, stop it, but it only twisted tighter, increasing the ache and fire between her legs.

“After that, I want to throw you against the wall and sink into you, balls deep. I want nothing between us, my darling. I want to feel your pussy spasm around me each time I slam into you. I want your legs wrapped around my waist, my hands holding your wrists up high over your head as I fuck you. I want to sink my fangs into your throat as I pound your pussy.

I want to feel you come all over my cock, your cream slipping down my balls, over my thighs, and then I want to come inside you. I want to pump every last drop of my seed into you. I want to fuck you until my scent is rubbed into your skin. Yes, my darling, I am a letch.

I am a pervert. For you, I will be all that and so much more. Don’t think for a second that once I have you, I won’t possess you, fuck you in private and in front of everyone. I want everyone to know who you belong to. Everyone.”

His words nearly brought to her knees. She was so close to coming. Her juices slid down her thighs, hot and slick, reminding her of her need for him. She could smell her arousal. She fought the urge to reach between her legs and touch herself, to soothe the aching bud. Her legs shook with effort; sweat slipped down her forehead; rivulets slipped over her body. The room was an inferno. She needed to get away from him, from the words that were driving her to the brink.

He let go of her arm, and she nearly fell over. Her body was one pulsing point centered on her pussy. The look in his violet eyes was so intense it burned her, branded her as his. She 2 blinked, and in that moment, he was gone. She swore and really did fall over, only to be caught up in his arms.

“You smell so damn good. I want to lick and nibble your pussy until you come all over my face. I want to feel your cream dripping off my chin.” She shook in his embrace. She wanted to tell him to stop it. She wanted to cover her ears and wish him away. He was the enemy. He had rejected her. She was in turmoil, and her body was demanding release. Never in her life had she been so aroused. She felt the large, hot presence of his hand on her abdomen. His fingers moved down until he cupped her mound.

His middle finger delved between her engorged nether lips; a light brush of his callused finger over the sensitive head of her clit caused skitters of electricity inside her. Her hips thrust forward. She wanted to cover his hand with hers, urge him to put more pressure on her clit, but she couldn’t move, could barely breathe, wanting to see what he did next.

“Gods, you’re dripping all over my hand. I can’t…I need to… Not here,” he moaned.

“Not now. You’re not recovered yet, and neither am I.”

His hand dropped away, much to her remorse. He steadied her until she could stand up on her own without wobbling.

“I will be back, darling.”

She felt him leave and couldn’t sense him anywhere near her. She rushed toward the bathroom door and kicked it open. She dashed to the shower, her body taut as a wire, nausea and dizziness forgotten in the face of arousal. She reached out and turned the knobs and was relieved to hear the pipes rumble. Water came pouring out of the showerhead. A few moments later, little clouds of steam billowed up around her.

She stepped into the tub and stood under the spray, wanting every drop to rinse her clean of her need. She didn’t want to masturbate. She didn’t want to think of Rysen as her fingers slid between her pussy lips and found her clit. She was not gentle; this was not a slow seduction of her body, coaxing it to release. She needed to come, now. She slid her fingers into her pulsing core, and her walls clutched the invading digits while her thumb held down her clit. Her fingers pumped, short, deep thrusts. Her hips rolled back and forth, bringing her closer to climax. All it took was a memory of his fangs piercing the thin, delicate skin of her wrist to surface again and she was gone.

Her body convulsed, her core tightened around her fingers, and her stomach clenched as heat rolled over her body. She didn’t want to see his face as her orgasm crashed over her, his eyes looking back at her, but damn him, that was what she saw. Even without her eyes closed.

Her legs gave out, and she fell to the tub, water cascading down around her, soaking her hair. Her muscles still twitched and jumped as small aftershocks rolled through her, and she let out a small scream of frustration. “Damn him.”

* * * * *

Rysen’s hips rose off the bed, his back arched, and he felt his release, a hot and sticky liquid coating his thighs and balls, soaking the sheet twisted around him. He had felt her come, felt her frustration run through him like a sugar high. As he caught his breath, he prayed that soon he would be able to hold her in his arms in the afterglow.

For now, he had to continue to recover. He would need all his strength. The enemies surrounding the inn would move eventually, would bring in someone powerful enough to slip past the wards, and he refused to have Kit hurt for any reason. What’s more, his needing time was lurking in the shadows of his body. Soon he would need to find release or go mad.

He couldn’t go to her until he was fully in control of himself. She was still too weak.

He was still fragile from her feeding. He shouldn’t have gone to her, shouldn’t have used his energy to reassure himself she was okay. He had felt her frustration, her annoyance, and her disorientation as if they were his own. He had tasted her emotions on his tongue like sweet-and-sour candy. He knew sending Karella to her would annoy her, but he had underestimated just how much.