“What are…you doing?” His voice shook.
“I’m letting you go. You can make it through this with just blood.”
“No! I’m not stupid! You said it will be worse. It will...won’t it?”
I stopped pulling at the silk tie. “It will.” I ground my teeth together. For the first time in my life, I was unsure what the right course of action was.
“How?”
I stared down at him. “The need to fuck will be there until it is an agony that will drive you mad. You can try to use your fist, but without the touch of your sire, it will make no difference. Your lust will last longer and be more painful. It could drive you insane, even with my blood.”
Shane’s jaw clenched, but his stare was steady. “Retie it.”
I held his gaze, but didn’t move.
His jaw muscles bunched. “Do it, you bastard.”
I nodded once. “Remember, I gave you a choice.”
Shane huffed. “My whole fucking life has been about making the best of shitty choices just to survive. Ahh!” He twisted and yelled as a wave of hunger hit him. “Just fucking feed me!”
With the tie secure, I slit open my wrist. I’d offered this fledgling my neck earlier, purely on instinct. It had been a stupid move. I’d not let anyone feed from my neck for centuries. If he found out that small detail, it would make him ask questions that I wasn’t prepared to answer. I needed to keep my guard up more.
“Open.”
He did. Those full lips had enticed me the moment I’d laid eyes on him. I wanted to devour them, to see them bruised and swollen from my attention. I watched as my blood dripped onto his greedy tongue. He closed his mouth to swallow, but I left my wrist in place, letting the ruby drops stain his lips. The erection that had waned at Shane’s distress flared to life. Seeing my blood drip from those lips down the strong muscles of his neck and pool above his collarbone was as erotic as hell.
His body writhed, and he yanked against the tie, his muscles straining as he tried to get to me. It would soon tear. And fuck ifa part of me didn’t want him to break free. It would be fun to test how strong he really was. Maybe I could crush his will to fight and make him physically submit to me. My breathing hitched, and I tore my gaze from the contorted need on his face to the obvious evidence of the lust raging through his body.
Without a word, I left him and headed to my suitcase. I’d been ready in case Shane’s bloodlust happened in Connor’s home. Unbidden, a low rumble resonated deep in my chest, and I glanced back at Shane, stretched out on the bed. He should be in my house, my bed… Mine…
I clenched my jaw so hard, my teeth creaked. Tomorrow I’d take him home, where he belonged. After this first feeding spree, there would be a short window to travel. The silver-infused cord I pulled out from under my neatly folded suit glinted. There was only a sliver of the element woven through the silk rope. It was enough to reduce his strength, but not enough to harm him. Anticipation made my hands clumsy as I swapped the tie for the rope, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy begging and cursing me.
“Hush, fledgling…”
“My name is Shane, you cold-hearted motherfucker!” His eyes turned a curious shade of bright blue marbled with red. The sight halted me in my tracks. It made him more beautiful than ever. And Shane was beautiful. There was no other term for him. Maybe not in the classic way the fae were, but his angular jaw, high cheekbones, straight nose, and full lips, along with those arresting eyes surrounded by long dark lashes, made him ruggedly handsome.
“I’m not. One of your. Fucking slaves.”
I smirked, the dominant side of me enjoying his fury and the sight of his magnificent body twisting and glistening with sweat while tied to the bed. Yet another part of me was blown away by his lack of fear. He was at my mercy, and we both knew it, butit was as if once he’d made that decision to hand control to me, he’d embraced it. After all he’d been through, his spirit was awe-inspiring. It was as hard and unyielding as his body.
“Drink.” I held my wrist above his mouth. Letting him pierce my skin earlier had been a mistake, one I couldn’t undo, but one I wasn’t willing to repeat. He was already entangling himself in my thoughts, and my body was definitely into him. Yet, I couldn’t lose sight of the fact that I may have to kill him if he became uncontrollable.
He drank insatiably, and soon my healing kicked in, knitting the skin back together. Once again, I slit it open. Deeper this time. It was clear he needed far more than any other vampire I’d seen through bloodlust. Then again, he wasn’t just any other fledgling; he was unique. I watched with hooded eyes as his body relaxed, and the lustful euphoria of post-feeding took hold with a vengeance.
He moaned, pumping his hips up in a desperate attempt to find some relief. “Jesus! Fuck! Touch me. I need to come. Please...”
His groaned plea hit me right in the balls. I couldn’t feel bad that this alpha had been reduced to begging for my touch, not when he sounded so sexy doing it. He needed release badly, but I was a sadist—and I adored control. Slowly, I trailed my hand over his chest, circling each nipple with a sharp fingernail before pinching each one in turn. His back arched with each twist, a pain-filled gasp leaving his lungs. Damn, perhaps I was enjoying this a bit too much. Torturing him was cruel. And a huge fucking turn on.
His voice turned hoarse, his hips thrusting erratically at the air. “Godsdamnit! Make me come!”
I couldn’t resist his demand, not when I craved to see him fall apart because of my touch. I stroked the flat of my hand down his belly and wrapped it around his engorged cock. Thelow, desperate sounds he made almost had me losing control in my expensive suit trousers. Sweat trickled down my spine as I dragged my grip up and down his length, getting a feel for his body. His noises became urgent and full of pain. I wanted to deny him, to elongate his pleasure, but bloodlust was not the time. He’d start to go insane, and as much as that silver cord had weakened him, he could still fight it and hurt himself.
I moved my hand harder and faster, the slickness leaking from his slit smoothing my movements. I wanted to taste it, to taste him. “Gods…” I mumbled under my breath as he matched my pace with his hips. His face contorted with pleasure, a loud cry echoing around us as he exploded over my fingers and his stomach. I’d never seen such an erotic sight as his release coating my skin and his at the same time.
I clenched my jaw as the need to fuck him ripped through me. He’d let me; he was so desperate. I could take as much from his body as I wanted, and he’d beg for more. He needed the relief of release, and it soon wouldn’t matter who gave it to him. I shook my head. I wouldn’t do it. Not to him. I had no idea why not, only that I wouldn’t. I huffed at my decision. When this was over, he’d hate me anyway. I’d just used my hand to get him off, and something told me Shane had never had sex with the same gender before.
Our panting breaths filled the air, and Shane’s head fell back, his body relaxing. I released his dick, but couldn’t bring myself to turn away. I stared at his cum on my hands, not wanting to wash it off. Shaking myself from the ridiculous need to keep his scent on me, I stomped into the en-suite and grabbed a washcloth. Not bothering to warm the water, I wet it and returned to Shane, roughly cleaning him. He didn’t stir. He wouldn’t until the hunger hit him again, which I knew wouldn’t be long.
