Page 88 of Auctioned for Her Blood
Anger and lust stir my brain, and I try to concentrate. To remember my objectives. To think about anything beyond wanting to punish Tavi with my cock. I want to take all the power away from the most powerful vampire in the city, the one who hurt me and trapped Ember. I want to control when she feels pleasure and pain, when she comes, when she breathes.Fuck.
More memories rage through me. When we first met, it was Tavi who was under my spell, but as she gained her mysterious power that allowed her to seize the top post at DEFTA, eventually I realized it was her who controlled me. That’s when I got out.
“Is this what you want?” She lifts her other leg, spreading herself, and two of her mates take her ankles and lift them, stroking her legs and spreading them wide. Her long sharp nails scrape through her soft folds, drawing blood.
“If you want this,” she says, her voice full of lust. “Take it!”
Releasing my cock from my pants, I move toward her. I’ll fuck her if that’s what it takes to free Ember.
But she holds up her hand to stop me. “Not yet.” She shakes her head slowly and glances up to the males holding her legs.
They release her, and she shifts her position, crossing her legs and hiding my target. I squeeze my member, letting her see its girth, its exposed head and the seed already spilling from its tip.
She wants me. I know it. It’s written all over her, I just have to figure out how to use that to my advantage.
“Ryker, my love,” Octavia coos. “You’re the only man who’s ever said no to me. You’re lucky I didn’t have you killed for rejecting me.”
“Like I told you back then.” My voice is strained. “I can’t be tied down.”
“Oh, but I know that youcan.” Her eyes flash with mischief and lust.
I chuckle and then lower my voice. “You can tie me up—literally—but only after I bindyouand fuck you senseless first.”
Her cheeks redden and her legs rub together. “You’re lucky I have so many fond memories of how you can use that cock.” Licking her lips she stares at my pounding erection.
“Yeah?” I squeeze it. “How fond are we talking?”
“Fond enough to forgive all—if we can strike a deal.”
“A deal sounds good.” Stroking my cock, I grin. “But deals have two sides and I’ve got terms too. Something I need from you, before your cunt, ass or throat get any of this.” I pump into my hand.
Her chest rises with a quick intake of breath, but she quickly regains her composure. “Do you want to hearmyterms?” She leans back in the red chair and rubs her legs together.
“Shoot.”
“I will grant your freedom, forgive your past transgressions and crimes, under one simple condition.”
I stroke myself. “Is this condition stiff enough for you?”
Laughing, she licks her lips. “Refuse what I want, and you’ll be locked in that dungeon forever.”
My heart rate increases. She hasn’t even said what she wants yet, but I assume it’s my cock, and I’m ready to give her anything so I won’t be trapped down there again.
“Ryker.” Her voice rises in volume, and her body seems to expand in size. She’s still physically tiny, but her power has grown in the years we’ve been apart, and she’s terrifying now.
“I willnotforgive another rejection,” she says. “Be my mate, or spend the rest of eternity in my dungeon.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ember
I wake from a deep sleep,wrapped in the heavy warmth of a bed that’s firm but yielding enough to be comfortable.
My moment of comfort vanishes when I remember not only where I am but also the source of the warmth. I’m trapped in the arms of a gigantic bear.
His breaths come slowly. Very slowly. His massive ribcage rising and falling in what seems like intervals of fifteen to twenty seconds.
He must be asleep. Now is my chance to escape.
