Cake (39 page)

“
913…West…Avenue?” I repeated, dumbstruck.

“
Yes. That is home, Little One. The whole building is home, to be precise.” he turned and brushed my hair back from my forehead.

“
Marcus?”

“
Yes, my dearest?” He leaned in and kissed me gently, the backs of his fingers stroking lovingly over the slap mark my mother had left on my face.

“
You can fuck me now.”

“
I need your consent to put a binding on you,” he said, cupping my chin and lifting my face up to him. “I love the moans and screams you make, but you cannot do that here, inside of police headquarters.”

“
Do it. Do…me,” I consented.

I had craved some excitement, but not this much. Right now, all I wanted was to go home with Marcus. And I wanted brutal from him. After everything that had happened today, I deserved brutality.

Marcus began placing butterfly light kisses on my lips, my eyelids. “You’re safe now, my Little One,” he whispered in my ear as his tongue curled out and traced the shell of it. His teeth lightly scraped the skin, and then he bit my lower lobe.

I squirmed in his arms and Marcus opened my pants, pushing them down to my knees while continuously sucking on my ear lobe. My mouth was hanging open as I panted heavily. He pinched my right nipple through the tattered remains of my shirt and then, taking a firm grasp of the hardened nub, he tried to pull it forward away from my body. I gave a silent groan of mixed pleasure and pain as he lowered his mouth and bit it.

All of this was being done in an eerie silence…except for Marcus’s erotically charged words.

“
Yes, enjoy that, my little Sex.”

His hand touched my awakening cock and my wings snapped out, extending as his fingertips rubbed up and down the length of the shaft. I shivered, and my feathers twitched. Marcus looked at them, and giving me a wicked smile, he dropped to his knees and swallowed me whole.

I threw back my head and howled silently. My wings came around, gathering us both in a feathery hug. Marcus began to suck hard and bob his head fast. Oh God.

He ran a knuckle over that spot just behind my balls, tracing it back to my portal. His fingernail stroked at my tight entrance, just as he took me fully deep into his throat. I came hard, my wings snapping out and brushing both sides of the wall in the small room. I buried my hands in Marcus’s hair and groaned as he continued to suck and swallow. When he was done, I flopped backwards on the table, trying to remember how to breathe.

“
You’ve still got wings, Little One. I guess you are not relaxed enough. Which means I will have to ‘do you’, as you so eloquently put it. How would you like it? Hard and fast? Or…soft and slow?” He had that soul-melting smile in his eyes again as he teased me with his words.

I kicked off one shoe and shook a leg free of my jeans. And then, with my trousers flapping around one ankle, I wrapped both feet around his waist and drew him forward, bucking my hips against him urgently and grazing his erection with my own, newly budding one.

How the fuck do you think I want it?

“
Language.”

Marcus, stop being a tease. It’s one of your more annoying qualities.

“
I am not going to hurt you again, my Little One. We will start slow and gentle, and then work it harder when you are stretched,” Marcus told me, pressing two of his fingers to my lips. I licked at them from base to tip like they were a little cock, before opening my mouth and trapping them inside, sucking while swirling my tongue around and over them. My reward was to see his eyes shift to red. “You can be so evil,” he grinned.

Fuck it out of me.

I watched Marcus’s face as he took his hand from my mouth and slipped one of the wetted fingers inside of me. The red color of his eyes stepped up a notch. He began to thrust his finger into my portal gently, back and forth, trying to ignite my flame. Maybe I needed his blood. Or maybe it had taken too much energy “to wing” and I couldn’t right now.

He slipped the second saliva coated finger in and…Oh. He’d brushed against my prostate, and I was lost in lust.

Fuck me, now!

In answer to my demand, he removed his probing fingers from my body and freed his erection from the confines of his own pants. Guiding it to my portal, inch after agonizing inch of his cock slipped into me, and when he could go no further, he stilled and took a fortifying breath.

I gritted my teeth. He was being too slow, too gentle. Where was my rapist now that I desperately needed him? Okay, I was going to have to do it. Reaching out, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled myself up into a sitting position on the table edge. Marcus looked at me, his brow furrowed. And then I moved. He wanted me to dance for him. I’d dance. I would dance until I got what I wanted.

My head dropped back on my neck as I forced myself to take him in deeper. I only had to figure-eight myself twice on Marcus’s cock before his eyes burst into full Flame, and my spine bounced hard off the table as he rammed me back down against it. His hips pounded into me savagely, moving the table forcibly with a metallic scrape on worn tile with each thrust. His tongue traced my neck, and then he fanged me. Why did I use to be so scared of this?

Oh, it’s so good

I blinked as my feathers dissolved in a shower of light, almost like that of a dying firework, glittering in the night. Why the fuck couldn’t my wings come out like that, instead of in knee-dropping pain?

Marcus stopped drinking from me and licked at my wound and then moved to get off me. I locked my ankles around him, keeping him in place.

We’re not done.

“
Your wings…”

You’re not leaving me like this.

“
You deserve better.”

I found that comment funny, but I was too frustrated to laugh.

I need to be fucked hard, Pretty. And I need it now.

“
Is that an order, Lord Emperor?”

Will it get me what I want?

“
Yes.”

Then fuck me hard, Master Marcus, your Emperor commands it.

Ah yeah, there he was, that special bastard, the one who took what he wanted even when I didn’t want to give it, and who made me like it more times than I would ever admit to.

I reached for him again and he caught my wrists, slamming them back on the table, pinning me down as he tried to jackhammer me into it. I screamed in my mind as my building passion threatened to overflow, and those red eyes of his looked at me and he smiled that evil, you-are-so-fucked-now smile of his that used to set my heart thumbing like a scared rabbit’s. He grabbed my ankles and hoisted them over his shoulders, his thundering, pumping rhythm faltering momentarily when he got hit with the free leg of my jeans.

That was just too ridiculous, and I broke out laughing. Here I was, with one bare foot, and the other one shod. My jeans were still hanging on me by one ankle, but the rest was flapping around. I just found it so comical.

Marcus immediately got an annoyed look on his face as I started grinning, until I tightened around him as I gave a big belly laugh. That put him back on track.

Our pace slowed now, easy and slow. He touched my cock as it jutted out at full mast, and he jacked me in time with our fuck. I felt so warm, so content, so…wanted.

I ejaculated without warning. Marcus responded with a few quick thrusts, groaning out loud as he too climaxed deep inside of me. He turned his head and kissed the inside of my knee, just above my pants, and then he leaned over me and treated me to the best Marcus special yet.

“
What am I going to do with you, Little One?” he mused softly.

Take the binding off me, and take me home.

Sliding out of my body, Marcus handed me a handkerchief from his suit pocket, and then he walked back to the center of the room to retrieve my shoe from where I’d kicked it.

I stood up, and as I cleaned myself, I looked at the table and grimaced. We had fucked it right into one corner and in doing so we’d left giant scrapes on the floor. Getting back into my jeans, I balled up the soiled hanky and shoved it into one of the pockets. Marcus did his Prince Charming thing, insisting on putting my shoe back on for me.

Have you got a foot fetish or something I should know about? Hey!

“
Be quiet, Xavier,” he rebuffed. Then his voice mellowed as he lifted the binding he had cast on me. “I left you on your own today. It was a stupid mistake that almost cost Darius his life and placed yours in grave danger. I have been a master for so long, I forget about the dangers that are out there for young ones. I promise you, Xavier, you will never be left alone like that again. No one will ever get close enough to harm you.”

“
Those vampires, Marcus, they didn’t really come for me,” I told him, pulling the remains of the torn tee-shirt off my arms. “They came for you. I was to be used as an incentive to get you to do something for them.”

Something deadly clicked on inside of him, and I stilled because it caused a physical, chilly presence in the room.

“
They attack my House, hurt my mate, injure my servant, and hope to get a favor of out of me?” he hissed.

Marcus moved so fast I barely had time to flinch as he slapped a huge hand over my forehead. And then he was in my head. There was none of that same gentle coaxing there’d been in the limo, no light summer breeze…this was a tornado, battering at my mind, just like that night he’d kidnapped me from the bar.

I could only watch helplessly as Marcus picked out the best images I had of the seven vampires, the ones who had chased me through town all afternoon. Then just as quickly as he went in, he withdrew, leaving a gaping void where he had trespassed. That wasn’t good. I just knew this wasn’t going to be good. And it wasn’t.

I dropped to my hands and knees as the pain of his departure hit me. I dry-heaved, grabbing at my head to keep it from splitting apart, and a keening wail started at the back of my throat.

“
I am sorry, Sex.” Marcus swam in and out of my view. I felt his forefinger touch a spot between my eyes and I heard the word, “Sleep.”

The pain faded, and the world grew dark.

I slept.

N
ineteen

Cherished

I had been mentally raped. Physically, I knew what that felt like and had learned how to endure it. Physically. But this…this had been different. I don’t know how, it just was. And now all I could do was watch as a pale shadow of myself interacted with the outside world. But at least this way, I didn’t have to feel anything. It was a haven of peace for me to stay hidden wherever I was. I was in the real world but not there too. I was removed from the trouble and strife and safe from pain. I didn’t want to leave wherever I was, because if I did, there would be nothing but agony waiting for me. And hadn’t I suffered enough?

“
Xavier. It is time to get up.”

At the words, I sat up like a robot, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and waiting. Drool seeped out of the side of my mouth and dribbled down my chin onto my pyjamas.

“
I brought you breakfast. Drink it while it is warm,” Claudius said, wiping my face and neck for me and placing a mug of blood in my hands. I drank and drank until the mug was empty, and then he took it back and stood there, looking down at me, his hand reaching forward and brushing the hair out of my eyes.

“
I never wished for this to happen to you, Xavier,” he said apologetically. “I was only thinking of my own loss when I spoke to you before and warned you away from my son. You see, I have always been first in Marcus’s thoughts and heart, and I was jealous that he had found someone else to fascinate him. To find out that you were a Blue was disconcerting enough for me, but to discover that you are also our Emperor made it all the more unbearable. I knew that I was going to lose him to you, and I wanted to prevent it somehow. And in doing so, I injured you just as much as he did. I am sorry.”