Trapped (8 page)

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Jessye!” the taller figure shouted.

Syrus’s aura washed over Rysen. The younger vampyre didn’t hide who he was. Big mistake, Rysen thought.

Syrus pushed Jessye forward. She stumbled and fell to her knees, dark brown hair swinging on impact. Her usually clear mocha complexion was now marred with bruises, and there were scars that hadn’t healed on her arms.

“By law, I take Jessye as my consort by blood claim. As my consort, all of her children are now mine as well, and that includes the beautiful Kit inside. I want her out here now so that I can be properly introduced to the newest member of my clan.”

“Over my dead body,” Rysen said, his voice like broken glass.

* * * * *

Rysen paced outside the high king’s chambers, waiting to be heard.

The doors to Severin’s chambers opened. Rysen entered, but he didn’t waste time with formalities.

“Jessye has been captured by Syrus. I know not how.”

“Has Ryu been informed? He’ll want to know that his only blood daughter has been captured.”

“It’s worse than that. Syrus has taken her by blood claim.”

“Who is this Syrus? Of whose clan?”

“He is my brother. I thought he was dead. I don’t know who his creator is or how he came by his power, but I know this -- he’s very strong. And he wants Kit as the spoils of war.”

Severin paced slowly, head bowed, eyes half-closed, fingers stroking his chin. His waist-length red hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. “I assume you don’t want that.”

“No, I don’t, and more importantly, she wouldn’t.”

“Ryu’s clan has become very powerful since Ryu’s decision to take a sabbatical and leave Jessye in charge. We must find him. In the meantime, we must move to stop this coup by your brother. I’m allowing you any means necessary.”

Rysen nodded. “Thank you, sire.” He bowed and disappeared from sight.

Back at the inn, he arrived to find Karella coming out of the bedroom Kit was in.

“Is she awake?”

“Not yet.” Karella smiled. “You really love her, don’t you?”

“More than I can say.”

“Good for you. Now, what is to be done about the threat outside? The seal is holding and will do so for quite a while, but what would you have me do?”

“I shall take care of it. Things have changed. Tell the guards to stand by, but I’m going to confront the enemy alone.”

Karella looked up at him in shock. “But, sire --”

Rysen shook his head. “I need to do this. It’s important. My brother, who I thought was dead, is out there. He’s the cause of all this mess. I need to fix it and understand how this came to be.”

Karella didn’t ask for an explanation, just nodded her head and curtsied. “Good luck, sire.”

“Thank you.”

Karella nodded and stepped out of the way. Taking a deep breath, Rysen squared his shoulders and entered the room to find Kit very much awake and very much aroused.

Kit felt as if she were going to burst into flames. Her breasts were heavy and tight; the slightest breeze over her nipples caused them to throb with need. Her pussy was slick, and her clit pulsed. Her nether lips tingled, wanting his touch. She had never felt so much need for one person before. It scared her. She writhed on the bed, trying to find a cool place on the sheet. She sensed him the moment he reappeared in the house.

When she had awakened to find him gone, she had panicked, and that was when her body had gone into overdrive. It was as if her body were trying to bring him home by becoming one pulsing point of need. She sat up, legs spread, arms at her side, hands sitting on the mattress. Her hair was a mass of waves and curls, falling around her shoulders like a dark brown cloak, half of it covering her face.

With a toss of her head, it fell back, only to slide forward again. She heard him coming up the stairs, felt his heartbeat with every step. She reached down, her fingers slipping over the slick petals of her sex. Jolts of electricity sparked and blazed to life, only to fizzle. The simple touch wasn’t enough. She needed his hand, needed his body, needed him.

A growl of frustration vibrated past her lips. In anguish, she pressed her fingers between her pussy lips to find her clit. Stubbornness drove her actions. The part of her that 6 rebelled against him wanted to prove that she didn’t need him for this simple act of pleasing herself. Finding the hardened bud, she gently passed the pad of her finger over just the hood.

Her body jerked as a bolt of electricity scattered throughout her body. Her stomach tightened, nipples pulsing with need. Lying back, she arched her hips as she began to tease her clit, slowly at first and then increasing the speed, wanting to coax that one shining moment out of her body so she wouldn’t have to crawl to him for release. Taking hold of one of her nipples, she rolled and tugged the bud. Heat and electric currents clashed against one another.

“Rysen,” she moaned, wanting her new lover with her, wanting him to watch her as she proved she didn’t need him. Yet, she knew she did. She did need him. More importantly, she wanted him. She wanted to watch him take out that thick cock of his, already dripping with precum. She wanted to watch him stroke it as he watched her masturbate. She wanted to watch him throw his head back, the muscles of his neck standing out with strain as he battled with his orgasm.

The image of him -- pants around his ankles, shirt off, hand wrapped around his cock --

inflamed her, adding fuel to the fire that was already threatening to burn out of control. Her back arched, and her fingers moved faster, increasing the pressure as she pinched her nipple harder. She pictured him, his body glistening with sweat, violet eyes darkened, glazed over with desire, and she focused on her fingers, how they moved between her thick, slick pussy lips.

“By the Maker,” she moaned and rolled over. Her body writhed against the mattress, hips rocking back and forth, trying to coax her orgasm to finally break free. She didn’t hear the door open or his voice as he swore. All she felt was his presence washing over her like a tidal wave, and just like that, she was drowning. Her emotions intensified; her senses were so attuned to him, it was painful. His mind crashed against hers and broke down the fragile wall. His thoughts bombarded her mind, and she could see how she looked to him, see how aroused he was by the sight before him. His arousal caused the fire in her body to burn out of control.

She was the embodiment of fire, need, desire, and arousal. She didn’t see, but rather felt, the bed dip with his weight.

“I can’t hold back. I need you now.” His voice was hoarse with need. She felt the pressure of his cockhead at her entrance. She stopped her fingers and balanced on all fours.

She wiggled her ass in the air, raising it higher for him. He didn’t hesitate. He shoved into her in one stroke.

He felt impossibly large now. It hurt to have him inside her, yet the pain and pleasure collided, increasing her arousal. She wanted more of it, more of him, and she told him so.

“More.” Her voice sounded unrecognizable, husky, breathy, and not hers. She hadn’t sounded like this the first time they had come together. This seemed to be more. She felt his chest on her back as his arms bracketed hers, lips brushing against her shoulder.

“Help me,” she pleaded, using her mind; her voice wouldn’t work. She was overwhelmed by what she was feeling. He slowly slid his cock out of her and then slammed back into her. She moaned, her fingers digging into the mattress, clutching the sheets below her.

“Fuck me, Rysen. Fuck me harder.”

“Say you’re mine,” he demanded. “Tell me who you belong to.”

His voice vibrated through her. The command caused her soul to quake, and the tattoo on her chest burned in response. Could she deny that he had marked her as his? Could she deny him? “My body is yours. Every inch of me belongs to you, but you will never own my soul.”

“We’ll see about that.” He began to fuck her harder. “Everything you are is going to belong to me. Everything.”

She thrust her hips back at him as he pounded into her. “Never,” she growled. “I will never bow to you.”

“Who said anything about bowing? I was thinking perhaps on your knees, sucking me off.”

“Ha, I was thinking the same thing, only you were on your knees, eating me.”

He slowed his thrusts, leisurely strokes that teased her. “As much as I love that picture you’ve painted, that won’t happen now. Later, perhaps.” He pushed his hips forward and stilled, his cock throbbing inside her. She squeezed her muscles, eliciting a groan from him.

Balancing on one hand, she slid a hand down to continue what she had started earlier.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He flexed his power; invisible threads wrapped around her wrist and pulled it away from its destination. She fell forward. Her arm was now outstretched over her head, and the other one soon followed as she landed on the mattress. Turning her head, she caught sight of a mirror. She saw the way she looked -- arms outstretched, ass in the air, him buried deep inside her. The scene was so erotic, so sexually stimulating to her. The threads wrapped around her nipples and clit, just as before, squeezing, pinching, her pain and pleasure sensors flicking off and on.

“Rysen,” she started breathlessly, ready to plead for release.

“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Rysen. I belong to you. Please, fuck me,” she implored.

“I love hearing you say ‘please.’ Just as much as I love the way your pussy holds me, nice and tight. You feel so hot, so wet, and I know it’s just for me, only for me. You bring out the worst in me, love, and the best.”

In the mirror, she watched him reach out and take hold of her hair. Grabbing a handful, he tilted her head back. She mourned the loss of being able to watch them in the mirror. As if in response, the image of them appeared in her mind. She watched and felt as he began to slowly plunge in and out of her.

“So tight, so perfect. I never wanted to pass you over. I have always wanted you, from the moment I first set eyes on you. You weren’t ready for me, not then, but now…now you are ready, so ready for me. You are my consort, my queen. No one else but you. No one.”

His words caused the tattoo on her chest to blaze hotter. It was almost as if fire were spreading, tendrils of heat extending over her skin, dancing along her flesh. She wriggled, uncomfortable with the sensation. Her chest hurt, heart pounding out of control. Something was happening, and she couldn’t stop it. In the distance, she heard fabric rip. She felt the pinch of her canines sinking into her bottom lip. In the mirror, she saw her eyes turn bright yellow, pupils bloodred surrounded by black.

“All mine,” he gritted out. He pounded into her faster, harder, the slap of wet flesh blending with the roaring in her ears. She watched his face become strained with concentration and saw with great clarity the rivulets of sweat that slipped down his forehead, dripped onto his chest, and joined other droplets becoming thin trails that traveled over his abdomen.

“Rysen, what is happening to me?” she asked. The question became lost when her nipples and clit were pinched hard. She cried out and shattered. Her legs began to quake, her vaginal muscles rippled around his cock, and fire overwhelmed her. Pain shot through her as he pulled her back to him by her hair. He released her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist. Holding her against his hot, slick body, he brushed his lips over her shoulder.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” Another tightening of the invisible threads caused her to come again. Her body bowed, but he kept his hold around her waist. He brushed his lips over her skin once more and then opened his mouth and sank his fangs into her shoulder. She screamed, body shaking as she came yet again. She watched through blurred vision as he drank of her, his lightly tanned skin contrasting with her mocha complexion, his head bent, his ink black hair sliding into her dark brown hair. Each pull of his mouth caused shards of pleasure to skitter through her, setting off more aftershocks.

She found his hold on her wrists loosening. Raising her arm, she reached back and sank her fingers into his wet hair, urging his head down to take more of her. She let her eyes drift closed and savored the feel of his hardness against her back. His hips continued to move in short thrusts. He stopped drinking and lapped at the wounds before raising his head. He moved back, slipping out of her.

“Lie down. I want to watch your face as you come again.”

She lowered herself down and rolled over, spreading her legs wide. His power flexed, the threads tightened again, and her back bowed as pleasure shot through her. He lowered himself over her and plunged into her, making her cry out.

“All mine,” he said. “I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

“No one can take me from you.” She wrapped her arms around him, nails digging into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside her. “Fuck me, Rysen, fuck me,” she urged, pushing her hips forward.

He began to move inside her, thrusting hard. She felt her orgasm building again. His hips moved faster and faster, plunging into her harder and harder. They moved together as she met his thrusts, grinding her hips against his. He shuddered above her, his body shaking as he tried to hold back.

“Come for me, Rysen.” She squeezed her walls around him, and he groaned. “Come for me, now.”

He threw back his head and cried out. His cock twitched inside her, and she felt him spurt his seed, coating her walls. He continued to fuck her until he was soft. Breathing hard, he brushed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth, and the tip of her tongue tentatively touched the seam of his lips. The kiss was slow, soft, full of affection.

Rysen pulled back his head and smiled at her. “I love you,” he said softly.

She stared up at him, shocked. He had said he loved her before, but until that very moment, it hadn’t truly registered. She saw the conviction in his eyes, as well as the emotion.

He loved her. He truly did love her. She opened her mouth and then closed it.

“Shhhh, you don’t have to say anything. I’m just happy that you’re mine.” He brushed his lips against hers one last time before rolling over to the side. She lay beside him very still, not sure if she could move. Her body was exhausted. Her brain was slowing down. As her body settled into the mattress, she felt the prickle of power, familiar but distant. Her eyes widened, and she sat up.