Trueblood 01-The-Consolation-Prize (6 page)

“This is bloody useless.” Eve flung herself on the bed. “The limp dick is a pathetic excuse for a vampire. He’s a disgrace to our kind.”

Luka felt a curious shiver of pleasure at her words.

“Krista, get off him,” Eve ordered.

The young vampire continued to suck at his neck. Luka thought briefly about dying. He wondered if they’d kill him if they couldn’t get him to cooperate. The answer had to be yes. Was that such a bad thing? Technically, he was dead already, but he didn’t want to stop existing. A wave of despair engulfed him. He was doomed to this painful, chained existence until they got what they wanted and then he was doomed anyway. How had they found out he was a Trueblood? What had given him away? Who had given him away?

“Now, Krista,” Eve snapped, and slapped her around the head.

Luka winced as her teeth pulled at his neck. The silver-haired vamp licked the two puncture wounds to seal the holes and stepped back. Luka sagged against the wall and the chains bit him instead.

“We need his blood in his dick, not your mouth, you moron,” Eve said.

“I thought if he was weaker, he’d be less able to resist.” Krista pouted and kneaded her breasts in front of Luka.

Giant marshmallows, he thought. He’d always wondered what mortals liked about those sickly things. He’d tried a pink one once and it had stuck to his fangs. Worse than chewing gum. It was a common misconception that vampires couldn’t eat. They could, they just didn’t need to, although a lot of foods made them sick. Luka’s list included broccoli and peanut butter. He didn’t bother with food now, but he thought about the times he’d thrown up. His cock sent a message of disgust to his brain. He sent his cock a promise that if he got out of this, he’d find a hot woman and fuck her socks off. A mortal. Less trouble. Even with the risk of biting.

Krista gave up and flopped on the bed next to Eve. “What are we going to do? I mean, we’ve tried everything. How come he can resist us? We’re beautiful, sexy, available. What’s not to like? He’s really annoying me.”

Eve glared at Luka. “I’ve never had any man resist me before, vamp or mortal. He’s not going to be the first.”

Luka eyed the pair warily. There were other ways to hurt him, apart from the chains. He didn’t know how far they’d go.

Krista fluttered her lashes at Luka and slid her hand between Eve’s legs. He knew what was coming. It wasn’t going to work. He closed his eyes.

“Watch us,” Eve ordered.

Like that was going to make him. The idea that he’d be excited by the pair of them fondling each other while he hung there, silver eating its way into his body was almost laughable. He might have known they’d try fucking each other to arouse him.

“Open them or we’ll use a
siltrane
,” Eve snapped.

He hadn’t known
that
was coming. Luka’s eyes shot open.

The mere mention of the siltrane drove the laugh back down his throat. The sight of Eve brandishing the long whip with the razor-sharp silver barbs was enough to scare his cock into a hasty retreat somewhere behind his shoulder blades. The wounds inflicted by a siltrane whip took longer to heal and continued to bleed when in contact with silver. Luka couldn’t afford to be any weaker.

“Watch us,” Eve said.

She put the whip down and Luka dragged his eyes away from it to stare at the pair. Krista had her face buried between Eve’s legs, while Eve’s tongue lapped Krista’s thigh. Their hands were on each others breasts, pinching nipples into jeweled pebbles. His dick twitched. He looked at the whip. His dick cringed. The siltrane scared him shitless, no point in denying it.

The pair were crazy, moaning and panting as they tried to turn him on. What the hell was he going to do? What would they do when they got fed up of trying? He tried to persuade himself that they might let him go. No, they wouldn’t. No one was coming to rescue him. No one knew where he was. His eyes closed. Could he call to his father?

“I'll teach you not to resist, you bastard.”

Luka yelled as the siltrane wrapped its razor-sharp spines around his legs. He opened his eyes to see Eve wielding the whip, her face tight with fury. Luka bit the inside of his cheek as the siltrane struck his chest. The only consolation to this was knowing there was one place they wouldn’t touch him. Not that his dick was convinced. It was shrinking, not growing.

“Whip him harder,” Krista yelled, bouncing up and down on the bed.

Eve obliged.

Luka flinched each time the barbs pulled at his skin. When he felt the whip hit his groin, he screamed. So much for him thinking they wouldn’t touch him there. His whole body tensed in agony. Beads of blood speckled his cock and balls. Then Krista was lapping at him and Eve elbowed her way in. Luka could feel blood flooding out of his veins. The idiots were going to kill him.

Chapter Six

Chloe lay on her bed, her mind racing like a French train, fast and furious. There had to be something she could do to free him. Maybe she needed different bolt cutters, ones guaranteed to cut through the hardest metal. Or maybe she wasn’t strong enough and whatever tool she used, she wouldn’t succeed. She pondered calling the police.

“No.”

Ouch. Fire brigade?

“No.”

It was too late to go shopping again; the stores would be closed but would different bolt cutters help? Chloe waited for a response. There was no answer. She fumed. What had been the point of dragging her here, only allowing her to leave to buy bolt cutters and then not letting her be strong enough to free him?

She decided to go for another look around the spa. Maybe she could find a tool box or someone strong to help her. Chloe did a double-take when she stepped out of her room into the corridor.

The place was swarming with women, many of whom were stark naked. All young, they were already gorgeous with flawless skin, toned bodies, and immaculate hair. What were they doing in a spa? Chloe felt like a crane at a swan convention.

She made her way downstairs, casting little smiles at those she passed. Most smiled back and a couple sniffed her. Not very nice. Chloe lifted her arm and pretended to scratch her back so she could check she didn’t pong. Nope, she was fine. So what was that about?

The doors to a couple of the treatment rooms stood open. The therapists were all men. Good-looking men. Bare-chested men. Strong looking men. Chloe’s heart gave a little jump for joy.

Suddenly booking a massage sounded like a good idea no matter what time of night. Only not the snake massage, just in case it really involved snakes. Ha ha. Then she remembered the guy in the basement. She needed to help him, not enjoy herself. It occurred to her that she couldn’t trust anyone who worked here, but maybe one of the guests could help her.

“No.”

The word hit her like a hammer blow between her eyes. She cringed. What the hell was wrong with saying “no” in a more gentle way? You’d think her own extra sense would be more considerate. Chloe risked another thought. Ambulance?

“No.”

The pain made her stagger, but it faded fast. No emergency services then. More bolt cutters? No response. Maybe that was the answer. He’d just have to hang on a few more hours.

Chloe screamed as something slithered over her foot. She looked down to see a green snake making its way down the corridor.
Oh shit, shit, shit
. There wasn’t much that really scared Chloe but snakes were right at the top of that list. Together with sharks. She stayed motionless even though the thing was moving away from her. Her scream had drawn a guy out of one of the rooms. He looked at her and she pointed a shaking finger. Moments later the snake was in his arms and he was heading her way.

Why hadn’t she moved sooner? Was the floor covered in superglue? Why did this lovely looking guy think she wanted a close up meeting with the snake curling around his arm?

“Ooh Betsy, you naughty girl,” he said.

“My name’s Chloe.”
Damn, she was squeaking
.

He laughed. “No, the snake’s name is Betsy. Have you got your name down? It’s a very enjoyable treatment.”

Of course it was. As enjoyable as eating her own eyeballs. Chloe peeked through the door as he went back into the room. A woman was lying naked on a table, snakes writhing all over her.
Oh
fuck
. Chloe forgot about going to get something to eat from the restaurant, forgot poor chained up guy in the cellar, forgot to breathe. She fled to her room and locked herself in.

It wasn’t even worth trying to go to sleep. It just wasn’t going to happen. Two in the morning and all she could think about was snakes on the loose and the guy downstairs and loose snakes.

Jeeps
. She needed to do something, get them both out of there. Twice she’d picked up her mobile to call the police and twice she’d switched it off when her head felt as though it had been put in a vise. She picked up the bolt cutters. It wouldn’t hurt to try again.

* * * * *

Chloe sensed before she looked through the spyhole that something was different. Naked guy had two naked women with him. A surge of jealousy rose to block her throat, but then he still hung in chains. There was no way of knowing whether he wanted this or not. They each had a hand on his dick. It looked bigger to Chloe though it wasn’t exactly hard. Fresh little cuts peppered his body as though he’d been through a glass rainstorm and to Chloe’s horror, the pair appeared to be licking off his blood.
Gross!

As much as her stomach churned, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Maybe they weren’t licking.

More like sucking as they pumped his cock. The one with silver hair turned her head for a second and Chloe saw her face. Blood dripped down her chin. Her teeth -- Chloe clamped a hand to her mouth and shot back from the spyhole. Long teeth? Fangs? What were these sick fuckwits doing?

She kept her hand over her mouth, just in case a scream made a leap for freedom and moved forward again.
Christ
. They thought they were vampires. They were sucking his blood. The poor guy. As she watched, he lifted his head and seemed to look right at her. His distress sent iced water pulsing though her veins. He didn’t want this. How could she think he did? Then his eyes closed and his head dropped.

Chloe tried to think of a way to stop them. Maybe she could burst into the room and tell them to pack it in. Well, crawl into the room and tell them. While she gave that stupid idea more consideration than it deserved, the women moved back. The dark-haired one took his balls in her hand and squeezed. Chloe winced when she heard him yell.

“We haven’t given up, Luka. When we come back you’ll be even weaker,” the silver-haired one said.

Her pal bent her head to his ear. “You’ll give us what we want. Why suffer pain when you could enjoy pleasure?”

After they’d gone Chloe waited for a moment, in case it was a trick. She’d seen the movies, read the books, and she wasn’t going to waltz in there to find herself facing two grinning, crazy women. Nothing happened. He didn’t move and the women didn’t come back.

She twisted the lever and crawled into the room. His eyes were shut, his beautiful body a mess, covered in nasty looking cuts, most of which still oozed blood. She patted her pocket. She’d brought the cream with her, but this time she
had
to get him free. He wasn’t the bad person here.

He’d been captured by insane women masquerading as vampires. What idiots! Chloe knelt on the floor, found a place to get the cutters round the chain, and squeezed until the veins in her arms stood out like little blue snakes. Her head pounded with the effort.

Luka kept his eyes closed. He suspected this was a trick, letting him think someone was trying to save him. The woman at his feet was mortal. He wondered if she was the one he’d sensed before.

She struggled with the bolt cutters, her face flushed, her muscles straining. She looked as though she was trying, but maybe it was an act. An image flashed through his mind of him sinking his fangs into the soft skin over her throbbing pulse. The sheer erotic delight of it made his cock thicken.
Damn
.

When she got up and went over to the sink to get a drink of water, he opened his eyes to take a proper look.
Oh shit, she was cute
. Short, spiky brown hair. Tall and slim. Long legs. Dressed in faded jeans and a tight pink T-shirt. She was more appealing to him clothed than the other two ever could be naked. As she turned to face him, he closed his eyes.

“Oh God. What the hell have they done to you?”

Her gentle strokes with the wet cloth felt good. It had been a long while since anyone had touched him with kindness. Except maybe it was a trick to make him drop his guard. She swept the cloth down his legs, returning to the sink to rinse and wet it a number of times. He really needed her to scratch his arm. The itch was driving him insane. Luka almost whimpered when her next stroke soothed the exact spot he’d wanted her to touch. He hadn’t thought he’d been using mind control, but maybe he had. She never ventured into the area between his legs. He sensed her hesitation and wondered if she’d been warned not to touch him there. Finally, she reached his face. Luka felt her warm fingers, the cold cloth, and her soft, sweet breath on his cheeks. He smelt lemon in her hair and his dick grew some more.
Fuck
.

“How I am going to get you free? I can’t snap these chains. I’m not strong enough.”

The tang of antiseptic drifted into his nose as she rubbed a cut on his neck. So the taste hadn’t been something he’d secreted, it had been her. Luka laughed and looked straight at her. Her green eyes opened wide and then she smiled. A huge, artless beam that lit up her face like moonlight. Like sunlight. She was an angel. Luka was astounded by his reaction. Christ, he wanted her. He didn’t know her, yet he
had
to have her. Every part of him responded as though his molecules were compelled to merge with hers.

“You’re conscious. That’s great.”

The tug at his heart strengthened. She was so close. He needed to touch her, pull her into his arms, and make her his. Whoa. What the hell was the matter with him?

“Do you understand me? Do…you…speak…English?” She spoke slowly. “I can speak a bit of Russian. Well, actually, only swear words.” She grinned.