Vampire Enslavement (Lords of Bondage) (36 page)

“I want to take from the neck.” He moved forward and his fangs penetrated her soft skin. He immediately positioned himself over her body and impaled her with his engorged cock. As he thrust inside her, Lord Ross’ expression appeared too gratified for her liking. She had made an enemy of him when she had taken Cassia to the city.

“My, my. How far you have fallen, Kiera.” Lord Ross studied the expressions on her face. “From Snotti’s lady to a lord’s chattel. All because you refuse to follow the rules. You should never have taken my property out of the villa.”

She tried to focus on what he was saying to her but the feel of Modez’s cock pounding into her was a distraction. “I apologize, Lord Ross.”

“I cannot trust you with Cassia’s safety. Mayhap you are more suited for bed duties.”

It was hard to argue against that in her current situation. The room smelled of sex. Modez pulled partially out of her and she arched her hips to meet a powerful thrust. The insatiable lord appeared to have endless stamina and he had barely let her sleep last night. “I want to return to my previous post.”

“I think your master will not mind if I object to that idea. He seems satisfied with your current placement. Am I right, Modez?”

“Hmm. I’m starting to get a taste for mongrel,” Modez said as he plied his cock within Kiera and rocked his hips in a rhythmic motion. “I could get used to this.”

“I thought you would enjoy her. I prefer human myself.”

“I promise never to do it again. Just let me return to your room.” One night of playing the whore was enough. She needed a respectable position. “I cannot be his bed servant. The lord thinks only of his own pleasure.”

That got Modez’s attention. “Have you not been pleasured, Kiera? I seem to recall a dozen orgasms at least.”

“That was the heat.” She wasn’t going to complement him on his skill in the bedchamber. He already had the big head. She locked eyes with Cabrian. “He expects to be serviced with no care for where he is or who else is present. Nothing takes precedence over his satisfaction.”

“He is of the royal line. They are entitled to their pleasures. I am accustomed to it but I’m an overlord. Power grants one certain privileges. It’s best if you accept that fact.”

“Diermont will punish me if I’m not following his orders.” She had to convince the lord of her diligence to duty. She had not meant Cassia any harm but she knew how protective he was of his human.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Screw it up and you’ll go back to servicing cock.”

“Thank you, Lord Ross.” She gasped as Modez’s vigorous thrusts pushed her body deep into the mattress.

Modez halted suddenly. “You must obey me, Kiera. I am your lord and I decide the capacity in which you will serve. I have the right to bed servants of the fine. I don’t ordinarily exercise my rights in this fashion, but I chose to do so with you to teach you a lesson.”

“Lesson learned, my lord.” It was clear he would demote her to the role of bed servant if she failed to carry out Diermont’s orders to the letter. Modez began moving inside her again. She wasn’t sure if it was the heat or his exceptional skill, but the feel of him inside her was mind blowing. She almost didn’t care that they were being watched.

“I doubt it. I’m sure you’ll give me reason to discipline you again.” Modez began to rock against her once more. “I won’t mind a repeat session.” He ground his hips against hers and didn’t bother to conceal the pleasure on his face. He came into her and collapsed over her body with a prolonged groan. “You should take her back,” he said to Cabrian. “I’m completely wiped out and another night like this will exhaust me.”

She had been tied to the bed for hours. Modez was a heavy weight upon her. “Please untie me. My arms hurt from the restraints.”

Modez lifted himself from Kiera’s body. He pulled on his trousers before sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes surveyed Kiera’s form at length. Her nightgown was still hiked to her waist and her nipple peeked from the gash he had made in the material when he had fed from her. “Snotti and her ladies would be horrified at your condition, Kiera. What happens in those mating chambers is tame compared to what occurs in a lord’s private bed. What would Snotti say if I displayed your heavily marked body to them? It would cause a panic, I believe. The terrified ladies would leave in droves.”

“You wouldn’t.” She was covered in bite marks and dark stains from his hybrid seed. He hadn’t hurt her, but neither had he been gentle. She looked like a well-used blood whore.

“I’d rather keep you to myself. I don’t want anyone to interfere. You will be bred many times.” He cupped her sex and collected the liquid that saturated it. He smeared it on her stomach and watched as it formed dark tattoos on her skin.

“The new stains are much darker than the older ones,” Cabrian said as he pointed at her stomach. “It’s a very good indication of fertility. The darker the stain, the more fertile the woman.”

He traced the ancient Celtic pattern on her skin. Each hybrid male produced a unique print. “It’s darker than the ones that formed on Gwyneth during her cycle.”

Kiera suddenly winced as pain knifed her in the lower right abdomen. “I’m cramping.”

“Your body is releasing your eggs. It’s another promising sign of fertility.” Cabrian’s face was full of excitement. “You’re full of seed. Halloran seed. With any luck, you will be blessed with a litter of the royal line.”

“But they all say I’m barren.” Kiera felt a mixture of conflicting emotions. Fear warred with hope. She had wanted to be a mother, but not when she had no mate. Thanks to Diermont and Snotti, she had lost her status as a freewoman. Any litter she birthed wouldn’t belong to her.

“I don’t believe Sulian’s prediction will come to pass,” Cabrian said as he ran his lips down the side of her neck. “I feel a heaviness in my mating fangs when I’m around you. That speaks of compatibility for breeding.”

“You feel something for me?” Kiera had no idea his fangs had responded.

“They don’t lengthen like they do around Cassia, but I do feel heaviness. I can sense potential breeders.” Cabrian glanced at Modez. “You should bite her and try to establish a mating bond. She’s ripe for it.”

“No, I’ll breed her but I’m not going to bind myself permanently to any female.” He rubbed Kiera’s abdomen with his hand and the motion soothed her. “I’m not so confident anything will come of this. Gwyneth never conceived. At least not by me.”

“Is your seed not viable?” Cabrian asked. “Perhaps another should be brought to this bed to do the job.”

“No. Should she bear fruit I would know with certainty that it is mine.”

“You don’t even want young.” Kiera was flabbergasted. He had made it clear he didn’t wish a mate and she couldn’t imagine what use he would have for progeny. Especially mongrel progeny. “You think no woman is good enough to bear your spawn. You decline all offers of mating tests. I know this because those silly ladies cry and whine about it.”

“It was my idea to breed you,” Cabrian said. “Far too few humans can mate with hybrids. You have some desirable attributes that should be passed to future generations. This is your first heat, is it not?” Kiera nodded and he continued, “I know it hit you later in life than most hybrids. But I suspect you will cycle more frequently than the ten year norm. That was the case with your mother, was it not?”

“Yes. She was abnormal in her cycles. But she was not a big producer. Besides myself, only my sister survived.”

“True. I am hopeful yours will be healthier. Modez has graciously donated his seed. There is no better lineage than that of Halloran.”

“So you want to breed a line of females who can give males pleasure? Is that it?” Hybrid females’ bodies were sexually unresponsive unless they were in heat or there was an established mating bond, although that was not always the case with mongrels.

“I’m not breeding a line of whores. I’m breeding future mates for the next generation.” He looked at her like she was the solution to the hybrid infertility problem that affected much of their kind. “Our noble hybrid females don’t make the most ideal mates despite what Diermont thinks. Our race will die out if we rely solely on them. You will be bred till you produce,” Cabrian said. “Once you have birthed a few litters, you won’t be so wild and unsettled. Obviously you have far too much time on your hands and it’s getting you into trouble.”

“I had no idea you ran a breeding camp. Does Cassia know?” She couldn’t believe she was in this situation. How did a supposedly barren female wind up in this mess? It was absolutely nuts.

“I don’t run a breeding camp,” Cabrian scowled at her. “I have an interest in the continuance of our species. Diermont has been a poor guardian. You should have been mated long ago.”

“He tried. He forced me to undergo many mating tests.”

“He chose poorly and wasn’t careful in his selections. I don’t think he intended to let you go. That is why you find yourself a servant of the fine. You cannot return to the palace, you know. Diermont will turn you into a whore.”

“I know what he intends.”

“It would be safer to be a breeder. You’d only have to be intimate when you’re fertile. If you stay secluded on one of my properties for a year, you would become one of my serfs. I promise never to touch you.”

Modez frowned. “Cabrian, we haven’t discussed this. The female is mine. My serf. And I cannot promise never to touch her.”

“She has to be protected from Diermont and his brothers. Should she bear a Halloran litter, the king could order them destroyed. The king has his breeding camps but I can guarantee you he wants to keep the royal line pure,” Cabrian said to Modez.

Kiera knew the truth of it. The Halloran’s were the elite. They were allowed first biting privileges with each new crop of debutantes at the mating balls. They didn’t settle for the drudges and they had no need to participate in breeding experiments. Those were for the desperate.

“I think the point is moot. She’s no breeder.” Modez frowned at the black tattoos that covered much of her body. He clearly couldn’t make sense of fertile markings appearing on a woman with numerous failed mating tests. “Regardless of her state, I will need complete and total access to her. Not just when she’s in heat.”

“I hadn’t realized you’d want to have further contact with Kiera. I suppose we can work out the details later.”

“I’m not having any litters,” Kiera said in an exasperated tone. “This whole conversation is pointless. Heat cycles are no guarantee of reproduction. It just means sex for the male. Only rarely does it result in pregnancy.” Pregnancies were getting rarer with every passing decade. Both humans and hybrids were experiencing a population decline. Her eyes locked on Modez. “And you. I promised to lay with you during the heat cycle. That was the deal. I didn’t agree to be your full-time whore.”

“That is the arrangement as it stands. But it can be modified.” Modez’s hands caressed her breasts in an idle fashion. “Cabrian, have you found anything of interest in her belongings?”

“Possibly. I will show you what I’ve found later.”

Modez smiled as he traced the slave collar around his neck with one of his fingers. “I hope you’ve found the key to this monstrosity. I like wearing jeweled accessories as much as any man, but this collar has to go. A key would make it so much easier. And it would also prove the identity of my nighttime visitor.”

Kiera’s heart started to pound and she knew he could feel it thumping against his hand. If only she had managed to dispose of the thing, she wouldn’t be in this quandary. She knew Cabrian would eventually find that key.

“If my suspicions are correct, Kiera, you’ll be sorry you ever chose me as your victim. You play the role of blood whore so well. I’ll continue your services in lieu of killing you.”

“You would not kill me. You’re a jackass but you’re not a murderer.”

“You’re right, Kiera. I’d never hurt you. I’m not like Diermont.”

His hands went to the ties at her wrists. In moments, her arms were freed. She straightened what was left of her nightgown. When Modez leaned against her and bit down gently on her lower lip, she opened her mouth to him. Resistance had only excited him so maybe the opposite would lose his attention. He had always been surrounded by willing whores at the palace and he universally ignored them. He would tire of her quickly enough once he had taken his fill. Then she could make her escape.

“So sweet. So hot.” Modez groaned between kisses. “You will let me know when to put you in seclusion. At your peak, you’ll lose control and you’ll probably go a bit mad. But with mongrels, who knows?”

Kiera hoped it didn’t hit her that hard, but she had heard enough horror stories to know it was a risk. She had to trust Modez to get her through it. She had no one else. At least she felt he wouldn’t allow her to hump every male in sight. “Okay. You will take care of me. Protect me.”

“I will. No others will lay with you. I promise you that much.” He helped her to her feet. “Get dressed. You can return to your old duties but I will visit you later. Keep yourself covered. One look at you and everyone will know what we’ve done and they will figure out the reason. It’s best if the others remain ignorant of your condition.”

“Of course.” Kiera selected a long sleeved tunic that reached her feet. She had no intention of announcing her atypical condition or her relationship with Modez. Her abdomen continued to cramp. She wondered if her union with Modez would bear fruit. She knew he was breeding her for sport. Many of the unmated highborn lords did that sort of thing. An unmated female in heat became a very enjoyable plaything for the male, but without a mating bond in place, such temporary unions weren’t generally productive. But pregnancies were still possible. She didn’t think Modez was ready to accept responsibility for that should it happen. But Lord Ross was apparently ready. He wanted her spawn and that made her uncomfortable.

Chapter 23

There was a knock on the door. Cassia didn’t answer it. Anyone allowed to enter didn’t use the door. They always transported inside. A yellowed piece of parchment appeared under the door. She stared at it a few minutes while debating what to do. Finally, she pulled it from the floor and scanned its contents. It was a note and was obviously meant for her.