Vampire Enslavement (Lords of Bondage) (26 page)

Without another moment’s deliberation, she fastened the collar around his neck and the loud click of the latch broke the silence. Modez’s eyes slid open and spurred Kiera to action. She slammed her body against his and bared his throat before he could stop her. Her fangs descended, tearing into his vulnerable flesh to suck his precious substance from his vein. The blood filled her mouth and coated her throat, making her feel an instant rush. The euphoria that came from feasting on royal blood was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The taste was exquisite—the very best she had ever had, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She was vaguely aware of the male struggling beneath her, of hands yanking her hair. She sunk her fangs deeper into him, so deep that his efforts to dislodge her would cause him tremendous pain as well as damage to his throat. She heard him growl and felt his hands running along her shoulders down to her torso. A hand lodged itself around her breast and she felt him grope her with abandon. She was aware of her nipple hardening against his hand and the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. It brought a rush of heat to her core and she started to burn. The effect of her encroaching heat cycle, no doubt. If she wasn’t careful, she’d lose herself to it. She moaned as he continued to massage her there. Instead of stopping him, she pushed her breast more fully into his hand. She was hungry for more than just blood. It would be so easy to take what she wanted from Modez. All of it. All of him. He wouldn’t know she’d used him.

“That’s it, drink me. You’re a hungry thing and I’ve got what you need.” His breathing was ragged and his voice was full of lust as he said, “Let me fill you up, where you need it most.”

Kiera felt his hands at her hips, centering her over his body so that she could feel the hard length of him at her entrance. The head of his shaft nudged her, parted her wet folds. She wanted to allow him inside, but she hadn’t forgotten what had happened last time. He had left traces of seed on her hand and it had left a web of stains. She had worn gloves for a week because of him, but luckily she had remained undiscovered. She couldn’t risk actual intercourse. That would be ruinous for her. She whimpered in frustration, knowing she couldn’t indulge herself. Knowing he could douse the flames that ate at her.

“Drink me while you can, female.” His voice was low, seductive. His hands roamed freely over her body and Kiera made no move to stop him. She released his throat and slid down so she could feel him where she wanted. She latched onto his chest and sipped him with slow suctioning movements of her mouth on his flesh. His hands on her felt exhilarating and she rubbed herself against his hard member, trying to alleviate the ache that centered between her legs. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you while you’re feasting,” Modez said. “Then I’m going to chain you to my bed and drink you. I’ll keep you chained so I can snack on you whenever I like. You’ll be my blood whore much longer than I was yours.”

The fucking sounded good to her at the moment, but the chaining and drinking—not so much. Kiera reminded herself who she assaulted with her fangs. Modez was capable of doing all he threatened to her and more. She had taken much of his blood and he should have been losing steam. It concerned her that his grip was so strong. The hands at her ass were forceful and unyielding, pushing her against the area that she was now trying to avoid. His engorged shaft threatened to skewer her. Earlier, she had felt comfortably safe rubbing herself against it, but now she felt the tip pushing inside her channel. She wasn’t entirely certain how he had managed so much so quickly, although she had to admit she had been completely focused on drinking from him and was oblivious to everything else. She opened her mouth to say the words that would stop him, but then realized he would recognize her instantly. No, she preferred to let him breach her than give her identity away. She struggled in his arms but stopped when she realized doing so was making things worse. She felt more than the tip of him now. She hadn’t finished drinking from him, but she knew she needed to make her escape. She retracted her fangs from his flesh and licked the droplets of blood from her mouth, relishing the final taste of decadence. A metal clanging sound drew her attention and she saw with shock that he held shackles in his hand.

“You’ll not escape this time. I’m going to bind you to this bed, and when your invisibility wears off, I will know who has assaulted me. Twice. And you will pay for it.” His voice still contained traces of lust, but there was anger as well. He promised retribution.

Kiera understood instantly the trouble she was in. She couldn’t afford to be caught. She struggled as if her life was in jeopardy, because it was. But he was clearly in no mind to let her go. His hands were like steel around her hips, locking her into place. When she tried to move, his shaft pushed inside her a half-inch. His eyes ignited in flames and he made a growling sound in the back of his throat. The sound of the shackles clanging against the furniture as he lost his grip spurred her to motion. He caught the chain attached to one of the shackles with his hand and pulled it back into position, ready to use it to imprison her. She had to do something to distract him so he would drop those shackles. Only one thing came to mind. She surged down his cock and engulfed him completely, then started moving back and forth at a pace that made his eyes burn brighter. She had never done it in this position and it felt better than expected. A little too good, in fact.

“Damnation, female. You feel incredible,” he muttered as his hands circled her waist. The shackles slid to the floor without acknowledgement. She writhed on him while he took control. His hands gripped her hips, moving her with his warrior strength, up and down his hard length. He stretched her, filled her, and made her forget that he was her enemy.

“I want to see you. Show yourself to me.” The sex seemed to rejuvenate him somehow and he hardly showed signs of blood loss.

She gripped his shoulders. She needed to get off him and make her escape while he was still distracted.
But not yet. It feels too good to stop now and I’m going to come any minute.

“I want you beneath me.” She felt him shift and knew she had to act quickly before she became imprisoned beneath his heavy weight. She mourned the loss of the orgasm she was sure would have been hers. She couldn’t afford the pleasure. If she didn’t escape before he figured out her identity, she was in deep trouble. She leaned forward in one sudden motion and sank her fangs deep into a major artery, gulping his blood in dangerous quantities and draining him like a feral beast. Modez grunted in pain before succumbing to the pleasure of her bite. His shaft was still inside her, still hard and pulsing. A hybrid cock generally pulsed a dozen times before erupting. She couldn’t allow herself to be marked with stains. She sucked as if she meant to drain him of every drop of life.

“Oh, fuck. Female, don’t do this.” His hands tried to separate her fangs from his body, but he was growing weaker now that she had taken dangerous quantities of blood. “I’ll hurt you for this. Make you wish you’d never used fang on me.” His words faded as his body stilled.

Kiera lifted herself off him. Fear pierced her heart as she looked at the damage she had wrought. She had never taken so much blood. She had almost killed him. The faint movement of his chest was the only sign he still lived.

He hadn’t spent his seed. She hoped no evidence remained on her skin. Even a trace of semen would leave its mark. He had touched her, felt her body with his hands enough to develop a general idea of her appearance. Damn. She should have stopped long before now. She had not meant to do damage to the lord. But now that she had, the warriors at this villa would seek to learn her identity and then they would punish her. Maybe even kill her.

Her eyes fell on Modez. They had been intimate. The joining of their bodies, however briefly, would make it possible for him to recognize her. She would leave a scent on him. Her eyes moved to his face. He was unconscious. The highborn lord would be very angry once he woke.

She rushed to the washstand and wet a cloth. She rubbed it over his body and tried to wipe all traces of her scent from his skin. The whole time she did so she feared he would wake and imprison her. This was a close call. If she got out of this one alive, she vowed she’d not approach him again. She wouldn’t risk drinking from any of the nobles here. Not again. The thought depressed her. No one would taste as good. And no cock would ever feel as good as his had felt inside her. But she couldn’t risk it.

Kiera gave him one last glance before making her escape. He was beautiful, tasty, and more powerful than any male she had ever violated. He had been hers for a short span of time. But now it was over.

* * *

Kiera was shaking by the time she entered her assigned quarters. She hid the collar’s key. She hadn’t thought to remove the collar from around Modez’s neck and now it was too late to return to his room. She hadn’t thought things through, obviously. Her need for blood had impaired her judgment. Now everyone would be searching for the woman who had collared the great Lord Halloran. She would be caught. She was
so
stupid. Her trembling turned into full body quakes. She had to get herself under control.

She took a damp cloth and washed herself. It was too dark to see if there were any stains on her skin.
I’m so busted if my thighs hold the evidence
. She threw on a nightgown and climbed into bed next to Lord Ross. He smelled of virile male, making her think of the one she had left half-fucked in another room. She squirmed, feeling restless and uneasy. Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding and her sex wouldn’t stop throbbing. Blood drinking made her needy for cock, and the few minutes of Modez’s thrusting had not been enough to satisfy her. But it would have to do.

Lord Ross groaned and turned his head. “You were with Modez.”

Kiera’s heart stopped beating and panic set in. How could he know? “I wasn’t with him. You know I cannot stand him. We don’t get along at all. Why would you think I’ve been with him?”

“You smell of him.”

Kiera had washed herself. Lord Ross had unnatural smelling ability. The bastard. “You’re mistaken.”

“You were out. Gone for an hour at least.”

“I was hungry.”
No, she shouldn’t have said that
. “I went to the kitchens for a snack. I do that a lot. I told you. They don’t feed me enough because I’m not one of the nobles.”

“And I told you that I didn’t care where you went. I was happy for the time to spend with Cassia. Alone.”

“Well, just don’t penetrate your slave. I have to report to Modez and his report goes straight to the prince. Don’t make me give a bad report.”

“I’m getting tired of the prince’s rules. I should be able to do as I wish with my slave. But do not worry. I didn’t violate the rules this time.” He narrowed his eyes at her and said, “But if you wish me to stay silent about your activities, you will allow me certain liberties in the future. With my slave. And you will keep silent about it.”

“Is that a threat?” Kiera licked her lips nervously. How much did Lord Ross know? He would be able to put two and two together if Modez opened his mouth.

“It’s a promise. Now can we come to an agreement? Once given, it is binding. Break it and I will break your neck.”

“Okay. I’ll say nothing, but you can’t do her in the bed while I’m in it. That would be too weird.” And much too awkward for her. Her cunt was screaming for cock. Was it the heat? She had been taking the herbal drink religiously for preventative purposes.

“I’d appreciate it if you kept up your nightly routine.” He cocked his brow and gave her a shrewd look. “Go lay with your guardian again. I don’t care.”

Oh shit, shit, mother of shit… fuck.
“I haven’t been with him. Really, you’re mistaken. I’m not a whore and I’m no one’s bed servant.”

“Right. Get some sleep, Kiera. We have our agreement.”

Lord Ross thought she was Lord Halloran’s lover. Well, it didn’t matter so long as he kept his mouth shut about his suspicions. “Silence goes both ways, Lord Ross.”

* * *

Modez woke with a raging erection. The last thing he remembered was fucking the hell out of an invisible female. The pleasure was blinding, rivaling the beautiful blonde pleasure slave he had taken when first arriving to the villa. But he had only been able to enjoy her for a few minutes before the woman had assaulted him with her fangs. Again. She had drained too much blood from him. He was pretty sure he had passed out from it. And he had no idea who had violated him. All he did know was that his perpetrator was an aggressive, blood thirsty bitch with plump tits and a curvy ass. But that didn’t fit any description of any female he knew. At least none that would be capable of attacking his person. Her juicy cunt had fit him like a glove. He had never been with a hybrid female who fit him that way. It was almost humanlike…but that was impossible. Her pussy couldn’t have felt that good. The blood loss had made him hallucinate.

Modez groaned. He didn’t know what was real and what was imagined. Had he even been inside a female? Was the mythical Suki real? Or was she someone he knew? He tried to imagine any of Snotti’s ladies assaulting him and riding his cock, but none of those ladies would dare such a thing. They were all involved in the mating tests and they wouldn’t risk physical contact with another male. Then there was Kiera. But she despised him. She wouldn’t have allowed him to touch her, to penetrate her sweet depths. She wouldn’t have been wet for him like his invisible woman had been. And Kiera had too much human in her to possess any
Ass
. Invisibility wouldn’t be within her capabilities.

So it had to be another female. Possibly a warrior woman from a rival tribe. Someone who had gained a taste for blood drinking. Maybe it had originated as a way for her to keep up her strength during times of battle, and now she found it impossible to stop. Maybe she was hunting for blood, hunting for cock. Hunting for a mate. But the woman had violated him and he wouldn’t accept her. He would capture the female and then he would decide what to do with her. Perhaps he would make her his slave, fuck her and suck her blood as she had done to him. But he was sure the reality of her would be a disappointment. She wouldn’t feel perfect in his arms. No, that part had to be a hallucination.