Chapter 19 – Dahlia #3
I twist in my seat and start to crawl on the bed but then he holds out his hand.
“Stop,” he commands and I obey.
Then he goes to the other side of the bed and gets on his knees, still stroking that magnificent cock between his legs as his gaze intensifies.
“Crawl to me.”
I think I’m supposed to find this humiliating but for some reason I don’t.
I crawl to him across the bed, moving slowly, feeling animal-like myself, like a sleek cat in heat.
I know people are watching and I figure that no matter what happens here, if I at least look like I’m enjoying it then that gives me some control.
Because honestly, unless Valtu goes in those shackles, I’m at the mercy of him and Birtus and the other vampires here. What would stop them from just tearing me apart if the bloodlust were to get hold of all of them? What would the humans do? They couldn’t save me. They’re as powerless as I am.
“Look at you,” he says in that inhuman voice, his red eyes skirting over my body, leaving flames like a blowtorch. “Such a willing participant.”
He makes an elegant gesture with his finger for me to turn around.
I do so hesitantly because I don’t like the idea of my back being turned to him. Where I grew up on Vancouver Island, when we’re hiking in an area with cougars and bears, we’re taught to never turn our backs on the predators, and right now it’s going against all my instincts.
But I obey and I’m facing the crowd. I could fixate on the fact that they’re all butt naked, with their dicks hanging out and I’m fully dressed, but it doesn’t really matter when you’re on all fours, your ass to a vampire with a raging hard-on.
I feel him behind me, feel his dark, focused energy at my back, and he comes closer and I think I might just hyperventilate, I’m that scared, that excited.
The hard, thick length of his dick presses against my ass, but he hasn’t raised up my dress, so there’s still a thin layer of fabric between us.
He brings his body over top of me, looming like a storm cloud, his chest brushing over my back and I hold my breath.
I can feel myself growing wet between my thighs.
He reaches out for my hair and to my surprise starts braiding it loosely behind me so it’s gathered down the middle of my spine. His finger trails along the jugular in my neck, delicate but probing, and he lets out a quiet gasp of desperation.
His head lowers with teasing deliberation until his whole upper body is pressed against my back, hot and cold and tight, and I can feel his heartbeat, how loud and steady it is, like a tribal drum that shoots right through me.
His lips go to my ear.
“I’m going to feed from your neck,” he says softly, voice raspy and rough, making my thighs squeeze together. “It will hurt at first, but then it will turn to pleasure. I’ll probably end up fucking you while I’m at it.” He pauses. “If that’s okay.”
I try to nod, feeling like there’s no breath left in me.
“No matter what happens, my dove,” he says, running his lips over the shell of my ear, “I won’t be the man you know.
I might do things you won’t agree with. Please know that I would never purposely hurt you on my own accord, it’s just that once I taste your blood, I will be lost to it.
I will become the hunter and you will be hunted until I get my fill. ”
Then he takes in a deep shaking breath and I brace myself.
It happens so suddenly.
He plunges his mouth against my neck and fangs stab into my skin, a sharp pain that travels down my spine, shattering through the rest of my nerves.
I try to scream but it gets choked in my throat as Valtu’s grip on my neck is so strong it feels like his mouth has been fused to my body.
The pain starts to subside, almost like I’ve been given numbing cream, and now I just feel the way he feeds from me, consuming me, and there’s something so innately sexual about it that when he roughly shoves up the skirt of my dress so it’s bunched on my hips, I find myself pushing back into him, wanting him to fuck me at the same time.
I hear him swallow my blood down, so much blood, and he growls, the sounds vibrating in my bones, and he’s starting to move his mouth more, tearing into my flesh, enough so that it’s starting to hurt again.
Crying out, I try to signal to Bitrus that maybe he’s getting a little carried away, because I was okay with the neat little holes vampires leave in your neck, but not a gaping wound. I won’t heal like he does.
And that’s when the real worry comes in.
What if he gets close enough to killing me that I lose hold of my glamor? What if he feeds so much that I can no longer hide who I truly am?
In this state, finding out I’m a witch, he’ll kill me. And the other vampires will cheer him on.
You need to run , a voice inside my head says. You need to get out of there now!
Only his fangs are in me and he’s a powerhouse, supernatural, unstoppable, and I don’t know how the hell to make a run for it.
Then he reaches back a bit to grab his dick to position it against me, ready to thrust inside, and while I want nothing more than that right now, the audience be damned, my instincts are telling me to take advantage of the distraction and run while I can.
I quickly make my move, pulling my neck away from his teeth, rolling out from under him, and then I’m stumbling off the leather bed and onto the floor, making a staggering run for the stairs.
I’m screaming as I go, the adrenaline taking over now, and while no one is stopping me, I’m worried I still won’t make it out of here.
Valtu roars behind me like some kind of hellish creature, and then I feel the rush of him at my back and I’m at the stairs now, scrambling up them, hoping I can get up them to the door in time.
But of course I can’t.
When vampires want to use their speed, they’re quicker than the blink of an eye.
I make it up one step before Valtu grabs me, hands at the back of my dress, ripping it in half, his nails scratching down my back, and I scream.
I’m struggling, half-naked, trying to escape, crawling up one more step before he drags me back down.
I try to hold onto the steps, to move, but I know it’s no use. This is what I signed up for, isn’t it?
“You’re mine,” he says, guttural and mad, and he pushes aside the remains of my dress. “I’ve claimed you.”
He flips me over so that my back is on the edge of the stairs and I’m staring up at his face, red eyes, wild hair, those fangs, those fucking bloody fangs, and I fear that he’s going to bite my face clean off.
But instead he kisses me.
It’s passionate and deep and when his tongue slips into my mouth I can taste the blood on him. My blood.
Then he shoves his hand between my legs and parts them roughly, leaving bruises. I’m wet and I’m succumbing to him, only trying to put up a little bit of a fight because I know that’s what makes him excited.
Turns out it’s what makes me excited too.
He pins my hands down above me with one hand and then drives his cock inside me with one deep, tight thrust, the air knocked out of my lungs.
I gasp into his mouth as he fucks me, captive, locked together and no way out, right there on the steps of the Red Room, with everyone watching.
He grabs my jaw, my hair, he’s lost in a frenzy and I can tell he’s trying not to hurt me, trying to regain control.
He wants so badly to feed on me it’s making him insane.
I can barely breathe as Valtu slams into me again and again, his passion and his lust overpowering me, making me dizzy and wild. I am his to do with as he pleases, and there is nothing that I can do about it.
Finally he gives in and bites my neck again, this time the other side, a groan of relief escaping him, like an addict finally getting their hit. It hurts like fuck but the fact that he has his dick in me helps. And the more blood he seems to take from me, the bigger he feels.
Enough that I think I’m imagining it. It’s like my blood in his body is going straight to his cock, doubling in size until I feel full and stretched in the most delicious way, my body adjusting to his new mammoth size and melting around him.
Holy. Shit.
Now this is something I didn’t know about vampires. I’d been with them before, but never while they were feeding, and oh my god, no wonder all the humans are lining up around the door to donate here.
But soon my thoughts aren’t coming easy to me anymore and I don’t know if it’s because I’m losing blood or that I’m lost to the feel of his supersized cock as it squeezes into me.
I let myself be swept away in a haze of pleasure and pain as Valtu takes what he wants from me, my blood, my body, my breath.
I cry out in euphoria as he plunges into me again and again, taking what he needs while bringing me to the edge.
I finally come with a scream, my body quaking, my world spinning and falling apart around me, feeling like I’ve been born again, and then…
Valtu releases his fangs from my neck and roars as he joins me, his body rigid and taut as he spills himself inside me, his back arched, every muscle corded and tight from strain.
I’m still so out of it when suddenly a thick metal chain appears, sliding around Valtu’s neck and he’s tugged off of me like he’s a rabid dog.
I gasp and watch as Bitrus pulls Valtu back, Valtu on his knees, breathing heavily, the chain around his neck.
I’m on the steps, my dress torn, pretty much naked, covered in cum and blood, and the bystanders are no longer watching us, instead they’ve gone back to their usual activities, though a little more enthusiastically than before. I guess we gave them a good show.
I press my fingers to my neck, the blood flowing at a disturbing rate and then a beautiful Asian woman with platinum hair, dressed in nothing but a lacey red thong comes over with a towel and a vial of clear liquid.