Lovers Unchained (3 page)

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Bruce dropped Jude onto the floor of his cell, and then kicked him against the wall. Jude quickly regained his footing preparing to fight the best he could with handcuffs on. He was surprised when the vampire started talking instead of fighting.

“If you had any sense, you would give her what she wants and be done with it.” Bruce seemed sincere, but Jude wasn’t buying it. The muscle bound leech had never given him any advice before. He was up to something.

“What’s it to you?” Jude asked.

“It’s nothing to me, only a word of advice to you. She’s been easy on you, but when she tires of you, you won’t find your stay here so pleasant. Trust me.”

For the first time since he was captured, Jude saw Bruce as something other than Lana’s go-to vampire. He was a prisoner also. Bruce was probably once handcuffed and chained to the wall daily like he was. Before Jude could respond to the unexpected advice, Bruce teleported out of the cell, a haunted expression on his face.

That was weird
. He lay down on his small cot. If giving her what she wanted would get him out of this hellhole, he would gladly do it. The bottom line was he couldn’t. There was nothing she, or any one besides his future mate could do to make him stay hard long enough to penetrate a woman. The curse prevented it.

Jude growled in frustration. He missed being inside the warmth of the opposite sex. He would give almost anything to feel a female tightened around him as he plunged in and out of her. Unfortunately, a mistake he and four friends made over twenty years ago had left them all cursed, some worse off than others.

It had happened a long time ago and took place in a Realm he hadn’t visited in over a year. Even though he’d been missing for that long, Jude was sure there was no one looking for him. There was certainly no one who cared enough to travel to the Dark Realm to rescue him–it was too dangerous.

The only demons capable of successfully rescuing him were his four, ex-best friends. Before the curse, they were his team; he thought of them as his brothers. He would have given his life for them, but that friendship ended after the curse.

Before the curse, his team was called to track down the most brutal offenders in the Immortal Realm. Their skills were widely known and many feared them, but they were young and all of them were experiencing their primage; the time in a male demon’s life when his body reached its peak—peak form and peak strength. When a demon reached primage the need for sex doubled in the first few years. It was all they thought about, all they dreamed about.

It was a time when a demon was supposed to be living it up, experiencing as many women as possible, but a few ill-fated words uttered by the Dark Witch changed it for him and his team. Because of him, his friends were stuck in their sexual peak with no way to receive true satisfaction.

At least his curse wasn’t as harsh as his friends. He could still achieve an orgasm by his own hand, or by another’s hand or mouth. The orgasm wasn’t as satisfying as it was before the curse, but it was still an orgasm. It quenched his desire only enough for him not to go insane from his need. His friends weren’t so lucky. They blamed Jude for their situation, as they should.

He vowed he would find the Dark Witch and make things right. There was no known way to destroy her, but Jude was confident he would find a way, make a way if he needed to. He searched for her for years, following leads and travelling to different Realms, seeking her out, but each lead was a dead end. 

Now, twenty years later, he was being held captive by a sex-crazed vampiress who couldn’t keep her hands or mouth off of him. Any other Tracker Demon would be in paradise right now, instead he was plotting ways to get free, so he could return to the Immortal Realm and resume looking for the Dark Witch who had cursed him.

Jude closed his eyes, the power from the handcuffs making him weak. Sounds from other captives on his floor kept him from falling to sleep. The phantom, a new captive in the cell next to him, screamed to be released. Other captives laughed loudly at the phantom’s demands.

Jude cleared his mind trying to drown out the sounds of his forced environment. Soon, Lana would be off to her party. When she returned, she would send for him like she always did. He needed to get some sleep while he could.

Jude slept and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t dream of the life changing events which led to him being captured. Instead, he unwillingly dreamed of Lana. Even in his dream, she still had to use restraints to get him to actively participate in their love making. However, it wasn’t only her and him participating in the love making.

Other male captives were in her bed, hands reaching toward him while she laughed at his discomfort. Energy buzzed around him while he struggled against the masculine hands groping him. Jude fought to wake up, but he couldn’t shake the remnants of the dream. He sensed this was no ordinary dream. This nightmare had dream trance written all over it.

Only Dream Demons or Immortals, who fed off of Dream Demons, were able to put another Immortal in a dream trance. Jude knew exactly who was responsible for his nightmare. Finally, after minutes of being trapped in someone else’s sick fantasy, he was able to pull himself out of the trance he was in.

He sat up on his cot and stared at his cell bars. Lana stood grasping the bars with both of her hands, smiling. Her black leather body suit clung to her every curve, revealing her cleavage. Jude was both aroused and angry.

“Did you enjoy the images I put into your mind?” She asked.

“Did it look like I was enjoying your images? Who did you kill to get this power?” Jude asked.

“I never bite and tell.”

“Go away, Lana.”

Lana pouted her ruby red lips. “You’re cranky because I disturbed your sleep.”

Damn right he was. It was too early in the morning to deal with Lana and her dramatics.

“What time is it?” he asked her, running his hands through his tangled hair. When he was captured he’d been left with no possessions, no comb, brush or clothes.

“It’s about three in the morning,” Lana told him. “Play time.”

Jude lay back on his cot and closed his eyes, prepared to ignore her. He wasn’t in the mood to play, at least not with her. Who was he kidding, his body was always in the mood to play, thanks to the curse. He held himself completely still, hoping she would go away. Unfortunately, she wasn’t done with him, yet. Jude heard the lock on his bars click followed by the creak of the door as it swung open. Lana entered his cell.
Dammit
. 

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Lana straddled him. She ran her hands up his chest.

Jude kept his eyes closed. “Why didn’t you teleport in?”

“I was trying to be polite.” She licked his nipple. Between her legs, she felt his cock jerk and felt his hardness through her leather suit. She wanted him badly; more importantly, she wanted him to want her. He was an obsession she couldn’t get rid of; a puzzle she couldn’t figure out.

Lana ground her sex against his, drawing a moan from both of their throats.

“I have some friends I want you to meet,” she whispered. She pulled back a little and watched for his reaction. Unfortunately, all he did was yawn; he didn’t even open his eyes.

“Aren’t you a little curious as to who I want you to meet?” Once again, he ignored her. His nonchalance only made her want him more. Every time he ignored her, or pretended to not want her, it only made her work harder to please him and
make
him want her. Every prisoner she owned would give their last breath to have her show them the amount of attention she wasted on Jude.

Lana licked his nipple again. She refused to give up; defeat was not a feeling she was accustomed to. She placed soft kisses from his nipple up to his neck, and then nibbled along his jaw line. She tried to kiss his lips, but he turned his head, causing her to kiss his cheek instead. Lana hissed in frustration.

She was tired of playing games with him. When she told her brother about all the problems this slave was giving her, he asked to borrow Jude for a month to train him, but Lana said no. She wanted to be the one to break him. She gave him plenty of chances to give in to her demands. If she couldn’t have him by choice, she would have him by force.

Without warning, Lana teleported Jude to her bedroom, where they landed on her bed; she quickly climbed off of him.

“Handcuff him to the bed,” she said to her servants waiting in the shadows. She was tired of playing nice. It was time for her to be the bitch he thought she was.

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Before Jude could rise, he was handcuffed to Lana’s four post bed by creatures he had never seen.

“Lana,” he roared, when one of the creatures put a blindfold over his eyes. He heard Lana’s laughter drifting closer to him.

“Don’t worry, these creatures are my ghouls, they are not my surprise for you,” she called from the other side of the room.

The ghouls, smelling of rotting flesh, finished tying him to the bed. Jude thought it was over until he felt hands rubbing all over his body, masculine hands. The nightmare, dream trance Lana put him in came to mind. Jude struggled against their touch.

“Hold still, Juju, they are only rubbing cherry flavored oil over you. I have a special surprise for you. My brother has returned from hunting and gifted me with a new slave I plan to share with you.” 

Jude heard Lana press the buzzer, and then he heard her speaking into the intercom informing Bruce to prepare the slave.

“Make sure he is chained down well,” Lana said to her ghouls. “I don’t want him to break free like before.”

At her words, Jude increased his struggles. His fangs protruded.

“Oh, calm down, I told you they are not my surprise for you.”

Jude did not calm down. He twisted his body, jerking at the chains holding him down. He loudly growled, rattling the windows. He felt his inner demon surfacing, but the handcuffs kept him from fully turning. His vision turned into a red haze, and the hands rubbing his body fell away.

Jude stilled and listened carefully, tracking every sound in the room, including the sound of his captor’s breath. He heard the ghouls backing away from the bed, away from him and he heard Lana approaching.

“Look what you’ve gone and done,” she groaned. “Now, they are scared to touch you.”

Jude growled again; he sensed the fear from the men in the room.

“Don’t worry, my pets, he cannot harm you as long as he wears the handcuffs.”

The scent of fear lingered. Jude wished he could summon his inner demon and teleport out of here, out of Lana’s hell, but the cuffs prevented it. He heard the sound of the ghouls moving farther away from him, their long, black capes dragging against the floor.

“Never mind, leave us,” Lana said to her servants.

Jude heard the ghouls exiting the chamber. Even though they were gone, he did not allow himself to relax. He could never relax around someone like Lana. Jude took a deep breath, preparing himself for what she was going to throw at him next. As he inhaled, he caught a whiff of something different—a scent he never smelled before, especially not since he was captured.

The scent called to him, arousing him.

“What is that smell?” He asked Lana.

He heard her sniff.

“Oh, you like my perfume, do you my pet? I should have worn it sooner if I knew it would have this effect on you.”

Her perfume made him sick to his stomach. The scent was not coming from Lana. Jude felt a dip in the bed and knew Lana was crawling over to him. If his hands were free, he would use them to break her neck.
What was the smell and where was it coming from?

Chapter 3

“Why do you always mess up my fun?” Lana asked, cradling his cock in her hand. Blindfolded, Jude couldn’t see her facial expression, but he was sure she was staring at his manhood in admiration. She always did.

“How could something so large and magnificent be so utterly useless,” she said, as if to herself, but loud enough for him to hear. He knew she was trying to make him upset, but he had a year of practice; he knew how to ignore her nasty remarks.

There
was a time when women considered him exceptionally useful. He spent his younger years being as useful as possible with as many women as he possibly could. Now, he was only half a man. The only thing holding the shame back was the knowledge Lana didn’t know this. 

“If I’m so useless, why not just let me go?” He knew she would never let him go. He would have to escape to be free of her.
Damn the handcuffs he wore on his wrists
.

“It would be foolish of me. I’m no fool and I’m sure you have already come to the conclusion you will never leave these walls alive.”

Her words irritated him. “You should come to the realization we will never have sex. I would have to desire you to fuck you. I don’t desire you, Lana. Fucking you is not in my plans, but killing you is.”

Her silence let him know his harsh words hit their mark.
 
He almost felt remorse for uttering them, until she painfully tightened her grasp on his cock.

“You do realize you can’t kill me, Jude, not in my own home. My home, this prison, is charmed
—
a gift from my father. The last gift he ever gave me before he was killed by the Elders. My brother will feel my pain if a single drop of my blood is spilled by violence, but you didn’t know this, did you? There’s a lot you don’t know, Jude. ”