Chapter 13
Sorcha
I twisted this way and that, looking at myself in the full-length mirror.
Goosebumps covered my skin. Not because I was cold, but because I had his blood in my veins.
It was like an electric charge. I felt it buzzing through me, a strange tingling that had infused my whole body after waking up from my blood-loss-induced coma.
I’d thought the vibration of power through my veins might disappear over time, but it didn’t. If anything, it was getting stronger.
My memories of what had happened after the attack were patchy, but I clearly remembered Bal’s words about me being human, and my anger and shame at his callous comments.
He’d pushed me away again, making it abundantly clear that I wasn’t anything to him; that I wasn’t good enough.
He really was a cold-hearted bas… I took a breath, still uncomfortable with swearing, even in my head.
The pain that had seared my stomach was hard to forget.
It was the kind that consumed you, making you want to throw up right before you fainted.
I’d gotten in the shower, agony stealing my awareness.
Nothing else existed. I’d honestly thought I was going to die, until Bal’s soft reassurances had reached through the fog, and Shane’s presence had calmed my crippling fear.
I knew they’d care for me as surely as I knew the sun would rise tomorrow.
I recalled a soft bed, and then the taste of warm, thick blood as it rolled across my tongue and down my throat.
No wonder Shane was addicted to the Count.
I’d never been forced to drink blood, even as a captive, but it had been a revelation.
His coppery and spicy taste was ingrained in my mind forever, and it was inflaming my body.
Desire throbbed between my legs, a constant companion.
And Shane’s presence by my side every night since the attack had only cemented the way I felt about him.
Even with clothes on, he was so magnificent it was hard to keep my hands to myself.
They had me in so many pieces that I couldn’t concentrate on anything. There was a burning drive to go and find them, to touch them and have them touch me, especially since I’d recovered enough to walk. Yet, even that draw wasn’t enough to dull the terror I felt at leaving my room alone.
I took a deep breath, held it, and slowly exhaled as my heart thumped.
I’d tried all kinds of distraction techniques from my burning lust: binge-watching various streamed TV series, reading steamy romance, which only made the situation between my legs worse, researching vampires and shifters online, pacing the room, even taking a cold shower, but nothing dampened the aching desire to be with them.
And that need to feel one or both of them inside me was only getting worse.
It was torture, especially when Shane watched me with a dark and needy stare that made my blood heat.
He wanted me almost as much as I wanted him.
I could see it plain as day, but I’d never been in a position where asking for anything for myself was acceptable.
And, even though I wasn’t a slave anymore, I still couldn’t force the words from my mouth.
I needed him to make the first move. Only he hadn’t touched me other than to make sure I was comfortable and fed.
Bal’s indifference was even worse. I had no idea why I wanted both of them so much, but I did.
Annoyingly, since the attack, Bal only stared at me from the doorway before he prowled away into the shadows of his castle.
I was so confused by the juxtaposition of his hungry glares and cold expression.
Perhaps he thought the attack was my fault?
Or maybe he was as drawn to me as I was to him, and it annoyed him?
I shook my head. Bal didn’t need some human ex-blood slave.
No. It had to be Shane he searched for. Not me.
I sighed and tipped my head back to glare at the ceiling. I haven’t had sex in so long. And, though I’d never really enjoyed it or had a lover want to please me, I knew it would be different with them. They were both experienced, absolutely stunning, and so damned…raw.
Throbbing and needing release, I walked over to the bed, anticipation making my breath hitch.
I’d get myself to orgasm while I thought about Shane’s cock in my mouth and Bal’s in my pussy.
My cheeks flushed, but even thinking those words to myself felt liberating.
I wasn’t held back by propriety or the opinions of others anymore.
If I wanted to swear or use dirty words, I could, and no one would judge, least of all Shane or Bal.
They’d probably chuckle at me in that sexy way they both had, and congratulate me for breaking down one of the ingrained rules I lived by.
I stretched out on the bed, the satin sheet cool against my flushed skin.
Biting my bottom lip, I ran my hands over my breasts, cupping them and rolling my nipples firmly, tugging on them hard enough to make me gasp.
I wished it were Bal who was causing those little shocks of pain through my hardened nubs.
He was more refined and controlled than Shane, but I had a feeling that, in bed, he would lose that cool and be as animalistic and passionate as my imagination allowed.
I moaned. His mouth would be on one nipple while Shane rolled the other between his strong, calloused fingers. The scrape of Bal’s wicked fangs would be amazing...
I kept one hand rolling and massaging my breast, the other I trailed down over my stomach, imagining Shane’s large hand moving firmly over my curves.
He’d hold my wrists with the other while Bal demanded that I spread my legs wide for them both so they could play with my clit and sink their fingers inside me. Together.
My face flamed, my heart racing as dampness leaked between my legs.
I could smell my arousal in the air. I wanted them both so badly; their attention fixed on me, torturing me with pleasure.
Another moan slipped from my lips. They'd leave me a hot and desperate mess, tying my hands to the bedhead and commanding that I didn’t move, while they touched and kissed roughly, fighting for dominance.
My fingers trailed over my hip and across to the top of my slit as I played that X-rated movie in my mind.
I split my legs wider and slid my fingertips over my sensitive bud, whimpering at the pleasure.
A hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, holding me hard and yanking me from my sexy daydream. I squealed and tried to sit up, but with my fingers fixed between my legs and the Count looming over me, it was impossible.
“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper, too shocked by his appearance to do anything but stare up at him. The light from my bedside lamp cast only a gentle glow, giving the shadows that contoured his beautiful face sinister life.
He inhaled deeply. “That scent. It’s heavenly.
I had my nose so close to that pretty pussy that I will never forget how sweet you smell when you’re turned on.
I was just going about my normal business when you called me here with it.
I can’t ignore that infuriatingly addictive scent, little one, no matter how much my conscience tells me to. ”
My chest heaved, and my whole body heated in embarrassment, or maybe desire.
He’d scented the slickness that dampened my thighs, and come here?
Did he want me, too, or was this just another chance to humiliate me?
No matter how often I played my sexy movie in my head, my heart couldn’t stand another bashing from him. “Let go.”
“Not a chance.” His eyes were blood red, his gaze scorching as he dragged it over my naked body.
“You’re far too enticing. Pleasuring yourself was a dangerous move when you know how easily vampires can scent arousal.
” His fingers squeezed a little tighter, his free hand trailing a light path over my cheek and jaw and down my neck.
I shivered, making a small keening noise as he circled my nipple with a sharp fingernail.
It left red, trailing circles around my swollen bud. I gasped when he tweaked it.
“Tell me what you were thinking about, and I might let you come.”
I froze, my face flaming.
“Tell me, little one, be a good girl, or I’ll bring you to the edge, over and over and then compel you not to come, or play with this pretty pussy until I allow it. And I won’t allow it—until you tell me the truth.”
Wickedness glinted in his eyes. There was no doubt he’d follow through on his threat. Part of me wanted to comply, to be his good girl and do what he said, but the other part of me wanted to hide, to shut down any feelings before he had a chance to hurt me again.
“But why are you here? You don’t even like me…
” I tried to move, mortified when I felt my eyes burn.
I’d fallen harder than I should have for this dangerous yet beautiful vampire, but he didn’t want me, not really.
He’d rescued me to prove how powerful he was to Nicolai, not because he cared.
I blinked hard. All the feelings I’d grown would end in heartbreak for me, of that there was no doubt.
And letting him play with my body as well as my feelings would only make things worse.
“I don’t need to like someone to fuck them, Sor.”
And there it was. My stomach clenched, and I hit his hand, trying to dislodge his hold on me. Fury made me struggle hard even as a stray angry tear escaped and rolled down my cheek, leaving a cool trail on my burning skin.
“Get off me. Now.”
I’d suffered through humiliation before, but never like this. I didn’t know what it was about the Count that made me lose all sense. I kept hoping that he’d show me some respect, and then he did, for a moment, right before he destroyed another piece of my self-worth.
“No, little one. You misunderstand me.” His hand tightened on my wrist, making my fingers glide over my clit.
And, as much as I wanted to pretend I didn’t want his unwavering attention, I did.
I gave a small frustrated growl as pleasure and hurt coalesced.
His free hand left my breasts and curled around my throat.
He tilted my chin with his thumb. “Look at me.”
I did. Unable to hide my raging emotions. I hated him, almost as much as I wanted him. Except, I didn’t hate him, not really. It just hurt so badly when he made me feel like less. I wasn’t good enough. I knew that. He’d made it clear on more than one occasion…
“Stop spiralling, Sor. You didn’t give me a chance to finish what I was saying.
I don’t have to like someone to fuck them, but I do like you.
Very much.” His voice dropped lower, and his hand encouraged mine to move on my slick flesh.
“But this pussy isn't yours to play with. It’s mine. And when I allow it, Shane’s… ”
“Oh gods…”
After my history with being owned, the possession in his voice was something I should fight, but for reasons I couldn’t process right then, I didn’t want to. All I wanted was for it to be true.
“Not the gods, sweet Sorcha, me. And you’ll call my name when you come.”
He moved in a blur. Before I knew it, he’d grasped my calves and pulled me down the bed so my legs were hanging off the end.
With a sinful smirk, he dropped to his knees and hoisted my legs over his shoulders.
He tilted his face forward, holding my hips still as he dragged his nose up my slick centre, covering himself in my juices.
A growl rumbled from his chest. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this, even if you would rather it was Shane’s mouth between your legs. ”
And before I could say another word, he dove in. I held onto his soft, shiny hair, pulling it and wrapping it around my fists as he slid his tongue from my entrance to my swollen bud. He groaned.
“Damn, I’ve never tasted anything as good.” He glanced up, giving me a sexy smile. “This isn’t going to be quick.”
Seeing him on his knees, dressed in his perfect suit, his face covered in my arousal, was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. “Who says I want it to be?”
He chuckled, fire burning in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging me to finish this.”
Would I? My stomach clenched with anticipation, and maybe a little nervousness.
Bal was an experienced lover. Me, not so much.
But there was no way I was telling him to stop.
I wanted this. Badly. Bal, on his knees, for me, was way too hot to willingly give up.
I cried out as he sucked my slick skin between his lips, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue before flicking it so quickly my mind could barely process the pleasure.
My muscles tightened, my legs shaking as pleasure crested, my body ready to explode.
That’s when he stopped. I reached down, needing to finish what he’d started.
He pushed my hand away. “Mine. No touching,” he murmured against my sensitive flesh, as he slid a thick finger inside me at the same time as a sharp sensation radiated from my nipple.
It was just the perfect side of pain, and all those sensations coalesced until I didn’t know which way was up.
Especially when he sucked my clit between his teeth.
My whole body was on fire. I writhed against his face, canting my hips to ride the extra finger he slid inside me.
Gods, I needed more. I needed him inside me.
This was amazing. Sex had never felt like this.
I’d never experienced anything like it. It was like he was worshipping me.
It was clear this was about my pleasure, not his.
Though the uninhibited noises he made as he feasted on my body told me how much he was enjoying himself.
It was freeing to hear them, and it unlocked another part of my repressed brain; one that let loose a needy cry as he curled his fingers forward and touched somewhere inside me that felt unbelievable.
Sensation after sensation coalesced as he brought me to the edge over and over, until I was sobbing and pleading for release. My heart beat hard against my ribs, my mind unable to focus on anything but the wicked sensations his tongue and fingers wrenched from my sweat-soaked body.
“Please…please…I…” A sob shook me. I’d never felt so desperate in my life. Nothing had ever felt like this.
“I know, little one, but you’re doing so well. Just a little longer…”
A whimper fell from my lips as I writhed against him, my wetness coating us both. “Oh gods, Bal, I need….”
“Scream my name when you do.” And he plunged me into an abyss of pleasure, one that I never wanted to leave.