Page 49 of The Firebrand
When he rejoined her, Braelyn glided out of the chair, slipping a hand into the crook of Rein’s arm. “Are all nymphs beautiful like the ones in the yard?”
He nodded but acknowledged only to himself that the human on his arm was his silver bullet. No nymph made his heart sledgehammer against ribs, his blood flow like hot lava, or his hard-earned control slip.
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Reinshuffled Braelyn off to Elisabeta’s vacated bedroom, having stayed far away from her once they returned to his condo.
He offered excuses. Reports to write in his office. Calls to Chay, Sabine, Brak, Kole, or the coroner about new developments in the Melia case. Lifting weights in his personal gym. He was tempted to nap, but that was a stretch. Finally, dinner had come and gone. He cross-legged it on the Turkish rug in the great room, arms resting at his side, attention fixed on a lighted candle. Another night of meditation.
He focused on the flame. Tonight, he tore open old wounds by recalling the painful moment he had relinquished control to his monster. Only when he sealed the trauma of his Awakening could he forgive himself.
After Rein spent five months fighting the guides his mother had chosen, refusing to take blood, Balto strapped him naked to a table. The vampire secured his ankles, chest, and arms, belting his head to the top of the slab. A robed female ylve minced into his cavern cell.
She pulled alongside Rein, hands on her hips as she circled him, a feral sight, unclean with stringy, matted hair, loose skin on an emaciated body. “He’s a fucking mess. I hear his stomach rumbling. How long has he been without nourishment or a bath?”
Balto shrugged. “Many months. You are our last hope.”
Rein’s wild eyes glared beneath dark lashes. He struggled against his bindings.
“You just make fucking sure that when he feeds, he doesn’t drain me,” said the ylve.
“I’ll stay right here to watch.”
The female untied her belt, dropping her robe. Her hands caressed her ample hips, sliding to her narrow waist. She cupped her firm, large breasts, pushing them up, squeezing the ripe, pink nipples. Next, her fingers trailed to her blonde mound, slipping into the folds of her slick, wet sex. She brought the sample of her moist desire to Rein’s nose. He sniffed. The scent traveled straight to his suddenly erect cock, hard like the rock on the cave’s walls. He snarled, aroused but angry when his body defied his will.
The ylve licked her lips. “Big one. I shall enjoy this.” She inhaled, plumping her breasts again.
Climbing onto the table to straddle Rein’s legs, she fisted his shaft and bent forward, her blonde hair fanning his thighs. Her mouth closed around the crown of his thickness, sucking, her sounds echoing throughout the cavern. Then she seated him at her sex, moaning and arching her back as she enveloped his cock, letting it ease into her sheath.
A growl surfaced from his throat, his hips jerking at the tightness of her heat. She rose and fell, her hands on his thighs, whimpering when he filled her channel.
“Now,” she said to Balto, who stepped from the shadows to slice her wrist. When crimson fluid streaked down her arm, she rested the wound against Rein’s mouth. He tried to turn away. When he couldn’t, his tongue flicked out, his lips sealed against her skin. He sucked. The taste beyond belief. Praise the Genitrix Gahya, creator of all Aeternals.
When she withdrew, he howled, “No,” his wretched wail bouncing off the walls.
“Baby, we’re not through.” She unbuckled his head strap to position her neck at his mouth.
He bit into her soft flesh. His loud gulps filled the cell, his dick and canines deep inside the ylve. His hips arched into her. She rode him, bucking her pelvis, balancing with her hands on his chest. Frantic to reach completion, he pounded into her. When tremors wracked his body, he released her throat, his roar bouncing off the cavern walls. One orgasm rolled over another until he collapsed in exhausted fulfillment.
When he came to, still inside the female, he growled. “Get off me.” Calling to Balto, he said, “You got what you wanted. Take me off this fucking table and lose the bitch. I want a bath, clean clothes, a new victim.”
Balto hurried the ylve from the cell, returning to undo Rein’s bindings.
The Awakened vampire lay back, his breaths slow, his tongue savoring the ylve’s flavor. He had fed. The tendons in his neck stretched tight as he fisted his cock, jerking his hand along its length, harder, faster.
Ah. Relief.
He became the monster he knew he would. Rein had intended to be a warlock, one who could cage the vampire inside of him, keep him asleep. But the Awakening planned by his mother, and allowed by his father, let loose the beast. It would be many years, the time soaked in the blood of countless victims before he sought India and control. Once he did, he shackled the thirsty killer, forgiving himself while struggling each moment for balance. Because of their betrayal, his forgiveness did not extend to his mother nor father.
ChapterEleven
Grippinga syringe, a lab tech at the ministry waited for Braelyn at Alarik’s office the next morning. “Gotta do this again. Sorry.” He poked her with the needle before she could react.
“Needles. Blood draws. I’d rather get fanged by a vampire.”
“I live to serve.” Rein’s eyes crinkled at the edges.
“Was that a joke, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grim?”
