Captiva Master - Vampire Warewolf Menage Six Feet Under Series Book 4) (10 page)

Maestru could get lost in Dakota, ignoring the world while sliding in and out of her haven for days on end. “Beautiful Dakota, you have bewitched me, and I want to touch you.” He pushed his knee out, and pressed her right thigh away from her body. “Between your legs.” The thought of sliding his cock into her soaked flesh drove him insane. He wondered if she could handle the size of his sex. For most females, it was quite an undertaking, particularly if they were human. Right now, getting inside her with merely his fingers would surely ease his sexual fire.

She moaned her acceptance, lapping his throat as she fed.

Tentatively, he eased his fingertips beneath the shirt, toying at her thighs a bit until he found the indulgent lips of her folds. “Yes, you’re as soft as I imagined.” He circled her entrance with the tip of his index finger. “You are soaked here. Is that for me?” At her frustrated groan, he laughed low. “Yes, I think it is.” His fangs dripped as he speared her halfway with two fingers, strumming her in vampiric speed. Her thighs trembled violently as her back bowed off the bed. “Like that?” His cock was pounding, his throat burning for the taste of her. “I can pleasure you all the more as soon as I work through your snugness.”

“Oh, God!” she cried out, releasing her mouth from his throat while she climaxed.

Maestru felt his throat tighten with an emotion he hadn’t felt in centuries as he stared at her delicate mouth wetted with his blood. He kissed her then, wasting no time plunging his tongue inside her bloodied mouth, careful of his fangs. The crimson kiss, the one he’d wanted from the first time he saw her in the bathroom at Six Feet Under, was his complete undoing. No matter how he’d fought with himself, Maestru had to take her, right here, right now. With his hand, he remained relentless with his strumming, thumbing her clit on the down stroke, giving her no rest between climaxes.

With his opposite hand, he unzipped his pants and grabbed the thick stalk of his sex, inwardly cursing his circlet, which was the Coven piercing completely encircling the perimeter of his cock. He didn’t want to hurt her and her vagina seemed so small, tiny even.

“Hurry,” Dakota demanded, lifting her hips again in invitation.

“Patience.” Carefully, he kept his erection out of her line of vision. If his fangs made her uncomfortable, well, his cock would truly horrify her. “Another orgasm for you first, I want you softer for me when I take you.” He trudged higher with his fingers, wanting to find her sweet spot and grant her a staggering climax before he entered her. Timing was everything. Going higher, scissoring his fingers, he hit …
Oh, fuck.
“Dakota.”

“Please,” she begged, her head thrashing on his pillow.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded and she stilled at his tone.

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re a virgin.” He moved off the bed and zipped his pants.

Dakota yanked his shirt down her thighs, and then wiped her mouth with her fingertips. “You are mistaken.”

Maestru could scent her vulnerability and he hated it. He had to tear his eyes away from her delicious body so he stared at the floor, thinking about how to handle this better. How could he explain what it meant when a vampire took a virgin’s blood? Finally, he lifted his eyes, searching hers. “Listen, Dakota.”

She held up her hand, clearly exasperated. “Not that I’m asking for you to continue what we started, mind you. It’s just…yeah, I’m
not
a virgin.” Walking towards his door in a feminine huff, she added, “It’s been a long day and I don’t even know where to go from
this
.”

His didn’t want her to leave, though it wasn’t wise for her to stay in his bed now, not until she was ready for the vampiric consequences. “Why do you deny your virginity?”

She roared, “I’m twenty-six and I’ve had lovers!”

“I’m far older than you, and I know what I felt.”

Her brows came together. “Just how old are you?”

That startling fact would horrify her even more. “I don’t discuss my age with anyone.”

“Sorry,” she said flippantly, “I figured since I swallowed your blood and let you cop a feel or two, I passed the just-anyone stage.” Dakota shrugged with forced casualness. “My mistake.”

He fisted his hands, wanting to take her inside his underground lair, spank her silly, and show her how he could handle her. Instead, he granted her a peek inside his life. “I’m fifteen-hundred and eighty-seven years old.” He could instantly scent her complete terror. “Scared?”

She paused, looking him up and down. “Yeah.”

“Don’t be.”

His phone went off yet again, this time a series of shrills that nearly made Dakota’s eyes cross. “Maybe you’d better get that, Coven Master. Might be another virgin hunting you down for a quickie deflowering.”

“That’s it?” he asked in exhausted frustration. When she silently strolled into the hallway, he willed his fangs to retract and followed her. “You’re truly sticking with not being a virgin?”

“I may not be as experienced as a man in your advanced geriatric years,” she sneered, walking to the bedchamber he’d assigned her during her illness, “but I’m a grown woman and I’ve had sexual relationships. Believe me, you are dead wrong in your findings.”

“For now, we will drop this discussion.” Maestru bit back a hiss, wanting to flay every man who ever touched her. Then something dawned on him. He thought back to one of the many discussions he’d had with Dru, which involved how Maestru’s blood had changed Dakota’s genetic makeup. Sure, she tasted delicious, like a Donor should taste. However, due to the severity of her injuries and the amount of Master blood she’d required in order to heal, her body now hovered somewhere between a vampire and a human, without turning Undead. She was human, and yet she wasn’t. In other words, if he had healed her injuries by feeding her, maybe he’d ‘healed’ her maidenhead in the process. Stranger things had happened.

“The subject has already been dropped,” she said rather quietly right before slamming her door
in his face
.

When was the last time that had ever happened? Immediately, Maestru found an urgent need in counting to five. One, he would not take her downstairs to the cellar. Two, he would not dream of her heated ass underneath his stinging hand. Three, he would not imagine dangling her from a rafter as he fucked her mightily. Four, he would not burn down this blasted door with immortal fire and show her who’s the truest badass. Five, he would mist to whoever wouldn’t stop ringing his phone and shove it up that creature’s ass.

After yet another cleansing breath, he knocked lightly on her door. “Dakota, I hate that you’re upset.” He gave her the pretense of privacy when he asked, “Open the door.” Next, he heard her shower start up. This was a good place for her to be, washing off every trace of her blood. She was somewhat confused and a touch volatile, much like a rising Undead. So he’d have to ease her through her scattered emotions, help her intelligent brain reconnect with her altered body. In the morning, though, he would insist she eat human food, even if he had to coerce her to do it. If he continued feeding her his blood without a proper exchange, she would surely come closer to an Undead than a human, which was unnecessary and avoidable.

Maestru sensed the shifter misting inside his assigned bedchamber. He wandered to Adam’s door, rapping lightly with his knuckles. Adam opened the door with his mind, standing with his back turned to Maestru. “These are fanciful accommodations, Coven Master. I thank you for allowing me to sleep here.”

“Where did you think I would put you, on a tree limb?”

Adam turned, his cheeks flushed from his feeding, but Maestru didn’t smell any remnants of sex lingering on the male. “I wouldn’t have minded the tree limb, could’ve taken form into a nocturnal creature and lounged on the branch while watching Dakota’s window.”

This was exactly what they needed to discuss. “I noticed your shifter posturing here and there. A lot. Any reason for it?” Did he want Dakota?

“I take my vow to you seriously.” Adam dropped a small duffle bag on the bed, and although he was richer than even most immortals now, he still didn’t require much in the way of material possessions. “I’ve seen enough frightened females to last my immortal life. Though I know Dakota’s not shattered, tough even, I want to help her far beyond protecting her.”

“None of that
want
includes claiming her, does it?” Rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses, Adam asked, “If I did, would she have a Habaline as her mate? I think not.”

In other words, Adam would take her if she would have him. Before he could put more thought into this discussion, Maestru’s phone blew up again. “What the…”

“It’s probably about the werewolves,” Adam offered, tossing his shirt on the bed and repositioning his glasses over his nose.

“What could they have possibly done now?”

“I heard rumors while at the bar downtown,” Adam supplied, walking into the adjacent bath to brush his teeth. “Something about the Scottish Coven and the Scottish Pack actually fighting alongside one another instead of against each other. It was all the talk down below, where I was feeding.”

“Oycher was just here. Obviously, he knew nothing about this.” Maestru was dumfounded. “Scotland’s factions hate each other vehemently.” He couldn’t get involved. Firstly, he was exhausted, had to get some sleep at some point. Secondly, he didn’t want to leave Dakota in such a state of unease. “I’m sure Ciaran and Tesolos can handle whatever is going on themselves.”

“Ciaran?” Adam rinsed the toothpaste from his mouth, a hard line forming between his dark eyebrows. “Yes, they spoke of Ciaran and how his castle was surrounded.”

“Weremiasma is being invaded?” Maestru felt the air leave his body as he misted to his bedroom and picked up his ringing cell phone. “What’s happening?” he listened intently, sensing his blood leaving his body, drop by drop, with every shocking detail. “Oh, no. It can’t be.”

Dakota rinsed the conditioner from her hair and turned off the shower. She took another moment to catch her breath as the water sluiced between her breasts, streaming over her… Oh, she had to get Maestru out of her head. How could she have told him nothing would ever happen between them and forget her proclamation hours later? Dangerous didn’t begin to describe him, so why did she want him despite the danger? Wanting was too tame a word; she craved him. On a Master Vampire’s bed, she’d opened her legs in shameless invitation, flipping the lever up to high on her hussy switch. Not that she hadn’t been with men, enjoyed them for the most part, but she’d only had a one-nighter back in college. Just one. Cause she was wasted out of her mind that night. No, she wouldn’t feel guilty over that – not anymore. Anyone knew college days didn’t count after you graduated, but what changed tonight? What convinced her to drop her guard and take on someone like Maestru right after as she told him several times, she did not want to be in his world – no matter how desirable he was. Not that she was going to tell him he was burning hot. Why should she, when he could see it for himself every day in the mirror? She chewed her lip. Could vampires even see themselves in the mirror? The thought of Maestru naked in front of a mirror where she could see his front and his back simultaneously had her biting her lip, until she tasted her own blood.
Snap out of it!

Reaching out, she found the towel rack empty. “Great.”

A tanned arm curled around the tiled shower wall, dangling an offering. “Will this help?”

Were all vampires insufferable? She snatched the towel, wishing he’d chosen a bath sheet, but it would do. “Adam, have you heard of a little thing called privacy?”

He sighed. “I’m just being helpful.”

“I don’t need that kind of helpful.” Hurriedly, she toweled off, noticing she wasn’t dizzy and her strength had returned. Even so, her head was still a mess.

“Sorry, Dakota,” he said sincerely. “When I left earlier, you were weak and Maestru complained that you never touched your meal.”

Dakota wrapped the towel around her as far as it would go, silently cursing when a large slice of skin peeked at her side. When she walked out of the shower, she noticed Maestru’s shirt was missing from the vanity. It smelled like him, and she secretly wanted to wear it while sleeping, wrapping him around her in any way possible, however small. “Where did the shirt go?”

“I was getting comfortable,” he said, gesturing to his drool worthy chest.

“No, Maestru’s shirt.” Her mouth went dry at the sight of Adam. The memory of his mouth on her as he held her masturbating hand flashed across her mind. She shivered. What were these men doing to her libido? It was crazy – she was crazy. “But, I, um, need something to wear.”

“I had to destroy Maestru’s shirt.” Adam went to the walk-in closet, moving hangers across the rack. “The scent of your blood permeated the fabric.” Walking back out with a silvery gown draped over his arm, he murmured, “This would look incredible on you.”

“How could I have forgotten the fancy wardrobe?” she asked dryly, embarrassed when Adam gave her a knowing look. Gazing away from his face, she focused on the silk gown, which looked too comfortable and outrageously expensive. Dakota had never worn anything like that. Nope. She wondered if Maestru had actually picked it out himself, if he’d touched the fabric in the way that he’d touched her skin. A romantic notion since he didn’t appear to have a spare moment for something so trivial as shopping for her. “I’d rather wear some shorts and a pullover…or some sweatpants.” Staying dressed in case she needed a quick getaway was necessary.

She could hear the pain in his words when Adam said, “I know what it’s like to sleep fully dressed, when you don’t know what the night will bring.” Adam crossed his arms, the action pumping up his biceps. “Don’t do that tonight. Go to your bed in peace and sleep that way. I will not hold back in regards to protecting you. I stake my life on my vow. If any creature comes for you, it’s dead.”

She heard unspoken words lacing his statement, knew a tortured soul when she met one. “You’re saying you would actually die for me. Just like Maestru, you don’t know me.”