Page 67 of Rose and Shadows
And then his entire body tensed when he saw the truth of the matter.
A sticky mess all fucking over me, covering my cock, my stomach, my thighs, even all over the floor.
“No,” he choked. “Not possible. That device was designed to torment, not allow release.”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “The thing about that… my vampire side manifested late. It took me ages to… control… it.” I drew in a shaky breath. “Not being in control like that, while wolf… and vampire slammed together make for… a whole lot of… horniness… was dangerous. Could’ve been really painful if I’d… lost control. So I learned…” I coughed, spluttering and rasping from the effort. “Learned to… get satisfaction without… touch.”
He frowned. “You learned to orgasm without physical stimulation.”
“Sure did.” I grinned. “So, thanks… this was an… absolute pleasure.”
He stared at me for several moments, unblinking, his fists clenching and unclenching.
And then his eyes flamed.
He called the vampire, his features twisting.
His fangs dropped.
And then he reached up and tore the chains clean from the ceiling with one massive burst of strength.
In a split second, he had me on my back on his bed with him pinning me down, his knees bearing down on my thighs, one hand clamping my wrists wrenched above my head.
“You think you’ve found a way out?” he hissed at me. “There is no alternative to me! I am it for you! And you’re going to experience that full force right now!”
“What are you—”
He clamped his hand down over my mouth. “Silence. The only sounds I’ll allow are your sobs and whimpers of pain. For now that’s all you’ll feel. Only then will we move to screams of pleasure.”
I bucked against him, but it was completely futile in my massively weakened state.
“Ah, yes, grind that pretty cock against me.”
I shook my head from side to side as he shoved his knee between my thighs, pushing against my cock.
“Hmm… seems you need a moment. Or several. You are indeed spent after all of that. No pleasure possible for you during these first few times together, then. No matter. It will teach you to appreciate what it could be if you’d forgo your unbelievably frustrating and foolish stubbornness.”
He shifted, pulling his hand from my mouth, but then he wrenched my hands over my mouth and covered them with his.
Then he reached down and ripped open his pants.
Or started to.
Halfway through he suddenly stilled, sensing something.
A sinister smirk spread across his face.
And then he swung his head and uttered with an aroused pant, “Daddy’s home.”
In the next second, I felt that familiar sensation.
And then a blur whipped around the room.
A moment later, Victor was ripped right off me.
I heard a thud and strained to see him with his face through the wall, a hooded figure clad in all black, just as much of a powerhouse, standing before him.
“Dad,” I breathed.
