Fuck, how did this girl think she could survive being a virgin sacrifice. Had that vampir, Silver, set her aside for something else and never taken blood or flesh? He’d found no significant scars. His starlight was in such distress he almost felt bad for her.
Almost. Ten more spanks, all over her ass and down her thighs. Later, he’d teach her to count each one, but if Sophie girl hated this so much, hopefully she picked up the lesson and didn’t need to make it a regular thing. Better she learned respect now, with a little ass pain, than later it when it could cost them both significantly more.
After, he flipped her over, and brought his face right to hers. "You forget, Baby?"
She was huffing and puffing like she would pass out, face as red as her ass from all the tears. He sat her up in his lap, kept his movements gentle with her. Her thighs and hot, abused backside were across him, a rub of promise against his hard cock. He ignored that for the moment. Instead, he pushed her hair back and combed his fingers through the beautiful tangles. Letting her catch her breath, he brought her up to where her every inhale was at his neck, where he knew his scent gathered. "Answer me, Sophie."
"You. I belong to you, Micah."
"That's right." Giving her the softest kiss on her forehead, he licked at the new tears on her face, tasting her distress.
"All this is mine. How many times do I need to tell you? Gonna touch mine when I want, how I want, wherever the hell I want. Mine can meow and whine like the little fluffy kitten you are, but you don’t fight or scratch. Yeah?"
He leaned back and slipped his hands around her throat, collaring her, imagining how a symbolic circlet of black leather was going to look. Her eyes were huge under the arch of her white brows, the rings of blue going purple with her emotion. He stroked a thumb down the long vein to her pulse and let her take more time to adjust herself to a new fucking worldview. His girl was not a fool; she’d see how this was going to go. She needed to decide what to do with it.
Blinking at him, she said, "Okay. Yeah. But… what is this, then? You say I’m yours, but I don't know what it means."
That question surprised him, though it shouldn’t. Vampir ownership was all she knew, and those kinds never laid a direct finger on her. They would never make her feel more than their favorite human emotions: fear and self-doubt. He looked her in the eyes so she could see he was serious. "Looks like me loving and fucking you whenever I want."
"What is this, then? Am I—Do you want me to be your girlfriend? Are we dating?"
He grinned at her. So innocent. "I don't date like a fucking red-blood, baby."
He watched emotions play across her face. That meant something to her, but he had no clue what.
He had to get more information. He asked, "You want that, though? A boyfriend? To date? Some official role? Gimme words. Don't shrug or shake your head. Give me the truth."
"I don't want to be used up and thrown away. I don’t want to end up a red-blood ghost with nothing left to me after being used as a blue-blood chew toy. I don't want to be passed around. Don’t want anyone else to touch me." Her eyes flickered up, then away.
He grunted. She gave him a clear enough answer that he knew these were some of her big fears. That was good. "Not sharing. But I am going to use you and play with you. And you will squeak like my chew toy when I want you to. Absolutely gonna fuck you. But I'm not gonna throw starlight away. Starlight is for keeping. Starlight is special and shouldn’t get parted out piece by piece to anyone for any reason. You understand?"
He watched her take those words in and apply them to her situation. Completely transparent, the girl couldn’t hide anything. Every thought passed over her face. She was a ripple of unsteady and uncertain until she decided. Then her face smoothed out, the tiny wrinkle disappearing from between her brows and her body relaxing, just enough that he knew she accepted him.
“What about the vampir? My guardian? The archon?”
“What about them?”
“They will come for me.”
“Will they? They know where you are.No los veo.This is not their place. It ain’t like they don’t know monsters live here. Fuck. Someone let you go. Now you are staying.”
“Okay, yes. I understand,” she said. She bit her bottom lip. Hiding a smile.
"Baby likes that, yeah? Knew you needed a keeper. So, you call me Alpha, Micah, or say, yes, Sir. Just know you’re mine."
“Yes, Micah.”
“Fuck yeah, that’s good. Look at that mouth. Want you on your knees. Time for more school.”
He opened her legs, let her scramble to obey with another cute, confused expression. His dick woke up the minute he saw her sleepy face, so tired she didn’t know her nipples were out for him to see. Full and aching since her spanking, his foreskin had pulled back completely, and the tip was red and shiny. He said, “Like baby on her knees, that I do.”
He saw the moment she discovered the slave piercing the Morghanna gave him. Last night, with her laying on top of him, she’d worked that ball around to the top to get a little extra in her play.
"Love this innocence, Starlight." He carded a hand through her hair, gathering a fist of it. Unbraided, the gorgeous strands were everywhere, long and straight as corn silk. "Come in close. Want your hands, first. Want your touch. Spit on your palms."
She frowned as if she were confused, and didn’t immediately obey.
His eyes hardened, a wordless warning that made her obey. She spat on her palms.
