“What are you going to do, Sage?” His voice was cold. “No one knows you’re here, and you cannot escape. The whole floor is warded against witch spells, and the only law that matters is my word, and my word says you’re my mate, and you’re staying here. For good.”
I wanted to scream, to go down swinging. To fight him and this mate bond with everything I had.
But he was cutting me off from everything, including my own magic… There was literally nothing I could do.
He was probably just still too hyped up from his rut and all the adrenaline from finding me and almost killing me to think straight, and if I went along with all this, maybe in a few days he’d loosen up, realize he’d overreacted, and let me re-enroll in my classes and get my cauldron.
“I understand,” I whispered.
He then pulled open my arm, running his tongue along the little rivulets of blood before spitting in disgust on the floor. “You taste too much like your donor.”
Like that was my fault?
“I’ll require you a pint of your blood every morning when I return here. And we’ll start you on a daily regimen of Sanguis Vita to ensure you maintain good health.”
I suppressed the urge to gag again. I’d taken Sanguis Vita before, after my surgery. It was a thick, viscous drink that tastedlike liver. Even just one week of that crap had been terrible. Now I was supposed to drink it every day?
“Is that all?” I asked, the bitterness in my voice barely masked.
A dark, sinister look took hold of his lips. “Oh no,darling. I’m just getting started.”
19
Escort Me to the Bathroom
Three weeks later
Victor’s hand wrapped around my neck as he thrust into me from behind. We laid on our sides, his other hand’s nails extended into claws and piercing the skin on my hip, the smell of my blood in the air spurring him into a frenzy.
I hadn’t been some blushing virgin when we’d met—I knew what kind of sex worked for me, what I liked, what felt good, and how to make it feel good… and rough sex wasn’t usually it.
But that was all he cared for and maddeningly, I was still able to come each time. It was like he’d manufactured a need based on his own desire and my body rose to fill it.
He chalked it up to being an alpha, as though that somehow made him smarter about my own body than I was, forcing the omega in me to crave him and bow to his will until I enjoyed what he liked, too.
So yes, he could force an orgasm from me. But that’s what it was—force. It wasn’t coaxing or building. It was something he knew how to take wheneverhewanted. And despite knowing all this, I still reached for him in ways that made me hate myself almost as much as I hated him.
“You like that, don’t you, omega? You like taking this thick alpha cock.”
His grip around my neck tightened, and I cringed, then whimpered in the affirmative. Dirty talk wasn’t my thing either, but he’d eventually worn me down into submission, and it was easier just to go along with what he wanted.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Such a good girl, such a good mate, aren’t you?”
I whimpered again, starting to feel lightheaded.
For as much as he claimed to know my body, he certainly ignored my limitations. I’d warned him time and time again that with my heart and the blood he demanded from me he needed to be careful when he choked me or bit me in bed. But he always seemed to forget.
The claws on my hip receded and his hand slid down, his fingers now rubbing my clit. “Come for me, mate. Give your alpha another one.”
He was relentless today. We’d fallen in a pattern of him coming home in the morning, having sex, sleeping, maybe a mid-day quickie, and then waking up around sunset to have sex one more time before he left for the night.
I glanced at the clock—it was three in the afternoon, we were on round five, and I was exhausted, too tired to make much sound. But the orgasm rippled through as he commanded, almost painfully, and the way I clenched around him inside me was proof enough of his success. He roared his release in return,his hands turning to hard rock around me and making me see stars, my skin growing cold.
* * *
Victor blotted my forehead with a cool, damp cloth. “Ah, there you are. I’m sorry, darling, I’m still learning how to control my strength around you.”
He offered me a tall glass of Sanguis Vita and laughed at the disgusted grimace that took over my features. “If I could make a more pleasant variety for you I would.”
