Chapter Ten
Acar horn behind them made Soph jump. Eli tore away from her and returned his attention to the road. How long had the lights been green for? He put his foot down, and they shot away.
The feeling of anticipation was heavy; Eli’s hand remained on her thigh and when she exhaled a low breath, his fingers tightened against her skin. It took all her self control not to lift her fingers to her lips and brush across the tingling sensation he’d left there.
It seemed like forever before they pulled into the car park beneath Soph’s building. It also felt like no time had passed at all. They didn’t speak in the lift to her apartment, nor did they look at each other. Eli held her hand, his index finger hooked casually through hers as though he couldn’t bear to not be touching her even a little.
They reached her floor and Soph searched in her clutch for her keys. The suspense made her ache. For the several moments it took her to find them and put them in the lock, she was hyper aware of every beat of her heart, of every breath Eli drew behind her and the exhales whispering against her neck. He was close enough that his body heat enveloped her. The lock clicked under her hand and she hesitated. This was it. The moment they went inside, everything would change. Eli was a vampire.
She let the door swing open.
His hands found her waist and in a blurred heartbeat he had her pressed against the far wall of the dark lounge room, pinned there with his body while he cupped each side of her face with his hands. He devoured her with a kiss so desperate it stole her breath.
She grasped his wrists and kissed him back, tongue sweeping between his lips to taste the hot sweetness of his mouth. He consumed her fully, making her groan as his body pressed hard against hers.
With shaking hands, she drew his fingers down and he grasped the top of her dress, knuckles pressing hard into the flesh of her breasts. With a single jerk, he ripped the dress open.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, head dropping back against the wall as he pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to puddle at their feet in a pool of ruined red material. Relentlessly, his hands scorched over her bare skin, rising to bury in her hair. He kissed her again, hips flexing so she could feel the press of his hard cock against her stomach. Then his grip on her hair tightened, and he yanked her head back, exposing her neck.
Time stilled and Soph could do nothing more than pant. Distantly, she was aware that her hands were fisted in his shirt, but whether it was to pull him closer or shove him away, she had no idea. His preternatural strength was suddenly very apparent in the way he gripped her and his grey eyes turned to mercury as he watched her face. Her pulse spiked, but there was nothing she could do. She was completely at his mercy.
And that was fucking hot.
Even the air seemed to vanish from the room as they stared at each other. The city lights illuminating his sharp features and something passed between them.
Trust.
He’d once saved her from being hit by a truck and she’d reciprocated by harbouring him while he’d fled the predator vampires. It was unspoken, but it was there. If he was going to bite her, then there was nothing she could do about it. She just had to trust him when he did.
His gaze darkened and his mouth lowered to her neck, lips skating over the throb of her pulse. She braced, but the bite didn’t come. Instead, his tongue flicked out, gliding the length of her neck.
The heat of his lips against her throat trailed like fire as he moved to the cradle of her neck and then across her collarbone. He loosened his hold on her hair and she relaxed under his touch. He wasn’t going to bite her. Not tonight.
Goosebumps rose over her skin as adrenaline transferred to desire. Groaning softly, her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and she plucked them open from bottom to top, raking her fingernails over the hard planes of his abdomen as she did. When she reached the last one, he moved away briefly to shrug out of the shirt. She admired his body, the valleys of his muscles as they caught the illumination of the city lights. She watched them ripple as he moved. Her gaze dipped to the hard length straining against his pants before flicking back up to his torso.
“Do you work out?” She waved a hand to encompass his body. “Or is this a vampire thing?”
He chuckled lightly as he moved back in, one hand cupping her throat while the other forearm rested against the wall by her head.
Caged in and it sent her wild. Heat throbbed heavy and wet between her legs and her nipples peaked, chafing painfully against her bra. She smoothed a hand across his abdomen, lowering to the waistband of his pants, but before she could pop the button, he swayed his lower body out of reach.
“Hardly seems fair,” she told him. “I’m in my underwear. You should be too.”
His hand on her throat suddenly tightened, cutting off her words. She gaped, hands flying to his fingers, pulse hammering as she tried to break free.
He loosened his grip in an instant, mouth lowering to hers. “You’re rather chatty when you’re not frightened,” he murmured against her lips before claiming them in a kiss as sweet as poisoned honey. “Tell me, Witchling, what do you like? What do you want from me?”
Still reeling from the fear he’d just injected back into her, she closed her eyes, breathing hard as his hand traced her collarbone and fell to her breast. Fingers dipping beneath the lace, he popped one free.
The suddenness of the choke had frightened her, but it had excited her too. And he knew it. That’s why he was asking. He wanted to know her limits because he wasn’t some random hook up from a bar who gave her a bit of a thrill but mostly left her wanting.
This was Eli Damiani. Billionaire CEO and vampire. He wanted to know her limits so he could take her all the way there.
“Answer me, Witchling,” he murmured as his thumb smoothed over her nipple, sending darts of electricity right down to her throbbing core.
“I want you to show me how you like to fuck,” she panted, and he pinched her nipple, dragging a groan from her as her back arched towards him. “Make it messy. Make me regret you.”
He released her nipple and her eyes flew open to see a devilish grin on his face. “I like messy.” His voice was deep, rough, and it had her heartbeat thrumming again. “And I like being bossy.”
“Ha,” she teased, reaching for the band of his pants once more. “The CEO likes to be bossy? Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
Quick as a flash, he snagged her wandering hand and pinned it against the wall, then he grasped her chin, turning her face roughly aside. “You’ll do as I say,” he hissed against her ear, closing the gap between their bodies to grind his still clothed cock against her. “And only when I’ve sufficiently ruined you to the point that you’re begging for mercy will I let you come.”
She snorted, pressing against his hold so she could meet his eye. “You think you can make me beg?”
He smirked, releasing his grip on her to return his attention to her breast. “Oh, you’ll beg, pretty witchling, and when I’m through, you’ll very much regret me.”
That challenge had her underwear soaked, and she squirmed against the sensation. It wouldn’t take much. He was practically getting her off just by looking at her.
He watched her face, and she realised he was waiting for her consent.
Danger, trust, vampire, billionaire, out-of-her-league. The warnings bled together in a sensuous moan. She jutted her chin, meeting his gaze with her own defiant one. “Go on then. Ruin me.”
Grinning, he tore at her bra, snapping it in the middle and tossing it aside as her breasts sprang free, then his mouth closed over a nipple. Hot and wet and sucking just to the brink of pain. Fingers found her panty line and a rough thumb swept in, taking a measure of her wetness. She whimpered, pressing towards him as he stroked her again. She was already on fire, taunt and ready to break. Just a few more strokes, just a little more friction… His pace slowed as he released her nipple and moved to the other one, teeth grazing her flesh. She rocked her hips against him.
“Please.”
It wasn’t lost on her that she’d caved already and begged. And as the word escaped, his hold on her loosened and he stepped away.
She staggered from the wall, suddenly disoriented by the space around her. Eli caught her around the waist, pulling her close as though they were about to dance. But his hands were on her hips and not where they should be, between her legs.
“I begged,” she accused, the hot pulse of her core dying back to a simmer. He laughed, a delightful sound as it cut through the thick tension that filled her apartment.
“Oh, Soph, that’s not begging. That’s just using your manners.”
His head dipped, claiming her lips before she could muster a retort, and she melted against his chest as he swayed them across the room. When they reached the lounge, he turned her quickly, shoving her over the arm of it to expose her backside.
Smooth hands coasted over her ass, tugging the edge of her panties and releasing the fabric with a sharp twang against her skin.
“Soph,” he murmured, fingers gliding down her crack to her wetness and then back up. “You have a really nice ass.”
“Maybe you’ll get around to using it,” she grumbled into a cushion in front of her. The words were meant mostly for herself, but she was rewarded with a sharp smack.
“Fuck!” She jumped, trying to turn and look at him, but a palm between the shoulder blades kept her down. “That hurt.”
He smacked her again, then smoothed a hand over her tender skin, dipping down, down until he was pulling aside her panties to dip his fingers into her slick. She groaned, dropping her head back to the cushion as that fire within her was quickly stoked back to a roaring inferno.
“Please,” she begged into the cushion, “please.”
She thought she heard him panting, then he pulled his fingers out and the sound of rustling fabric replaced the sound as he undid his pants.
Then everything was still.
Soph twisted to look at him and found him gazing at her bookshelf.
“What are you -”
He crossed the room to examine a trio of glass mushrooms she kept on the top shelf, a gift from her cousin. They were different sizes and colours, and he finally picked a squat one with a bulbous top before returning to her. She tried to sit up. “What are -”
“Shh,” he pushed her back down with a chuckle and in the next moment, she felt the cool glass of the mushroom gliding over her clit. He dipped it into her entrance, coating it in her juices, then she felt its rounded stem pressing against her asshole.
“Eli!” She jumped. “It’s made of glass!”
“Better not clench then.” He worked the mushroom into her ass with round strokes until it was inserted all the way to the head. She groaned, both mortified and really fucking turned on. She’d asked for messy, and he was going to give it to her.
He pulled aside her panties once more and drove his fingers into her before replacing them with the tip of his cock.
“I need you,” she begged, backing against him. “Please.”
A low growl rumbled from his throat as he eased himself into her with long, languid strokes. She relished the tightness paired with the pressure the mushroom put on her ass. Gripping the cushion, she moaned his name as his pace quickened. His weight settled over her and slick fingers drew across her mouth, coating her lips with her own fluid.
“Suck them,” he demanded, forcing her mouth open. She did as she was told, lapping her own flavour from his fingers as they hooked into her cheek. Lightning sparked in her core and her clit found the friction it needed against the arm of the lounge. He pounded her from behind as she sucked his fingers, whimpering, mewling sounds escaping her as muscles clenched and she rose to the precipice, ready to tumble from its heights.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped around his hand. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh -”
He wrenched away, yanking her upright before she could find her release.
“No!” She gasped, staggering. Her entire body thrummed. So close to coming, her clit throbbed at the missing sensation. “Fuck Eli, please!”
“That’s still not begging.” Eyes wild and hair a tousled mess, he shoved her to the ground before him. “Perhaps you should try on your knees.”
His cock filled her vision. Long, thick and glistening with her fluids. She gazed up at him.
A finger ran across her cheek, smoothing sweat-dampened hair from her face before he cupped her chin and tilted her face back, elongating her throat. “Open your mouth, Witchling.”
She did as she was told, parting her lips against the head of his cock, once more licking herself from him. The pressure of his fingers tightened on her chin, forcing her lips wider as he fed his cock into her mouth. Deep down her throat until he met resistance, and she gagged, eyes watering. He slowly withdrew and gazed down at her, the city lights illuminating his profile as he stood over her like a god.
Like a billionaire with his plaything.
Like a vampire with his possession.
He stroked her cheek again, swiping smudged makeup from beneath her eye. “Messy looks good on you, Soph.”
It felt good. His unpredictability was driving her wild. His control made her throb. She wanted him to chew her up and spit her out like a discarded toy.
“More,” she said hoarsely, then once more parting her lips. He smirked down at her, this time taking a fistful of her hair as he tilted her head back and slid his cock into her mouth.
She rolled her tongue over the head as he pumped his length down into her throat, making her gag and retch, stealing her breath for moments at a time, bringing tears to her eyes that no doubt dragged rivulets of eyeliner down her cheeks.
All the while he watched her, eyes fixed on her face. He remained composed. Mostly. She saw the way the muscles in his abdomen bunched with each thrust, could see the tightness in his jaw as he swallowed his moans. She could feel him reaching the brink of his control as fingers tangled in her hair, grasping it by the fistful.
And while he fucked her mouth, Soph fucked herself, fingers slipping through her wetness to coat her clit as she rubbed tight circles around it. She tried not to let Eli see, didn’t want him to stop her, but she was close. Her whole body quivered and gasps escaped around his cock.
Fist tightening in her hair, he yanked her head back, forcing his cock down her throat until she was choking, then he wrenched away and pulled her up.
Only a whimper of protest escaped her this time as he tore her hand from her clit. His mouth found hers, hot and panting as his tongue stroked across her lips, forcing them open so he could devour her more ravenously.
“Eli,” she whispered, braced against his chest. Every muscle in her body was strung tight, desperate to be undone, fearful that he would keep taking it away. His arm slid about her waist, drawing her close, and his fingers tilted her chin up so he could see her face.
It was a tender embrace, a stolen breath in the near darkness of her apartment. Never had she been with a man like him. Never had she wanted someone so much. “Please,” she begged once more, then drew her tongue across her bottom lip, moistening it. He watched the motion with hawk-like intensity. “I need - I can’t - Please. Fuck me, break me, I don’t care. Just take me over the edge with you.”
Something akin to a desperate sob tore from her throat and he smiled down at her, white teeth glinting in the city lights. “Alright, Witchling, I’ll give you what you want.”
With a sigh of relief, her head tipped forward, resting against his chest. He tugged the edge of her panties, snapping the fabric with one hand. Loose, they fell to the floor. His fingers slid between her legs, parting her folds, smearing sticky wetness down her thighs, around the glass mushroom still plugged in her ass. His cock twitched against her stomach, and then he pulled away once more.
She began to protest, but he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. As he walked them to her bedroom, his length pressed against her entrance, the head dipping in. She wiggled down, trying to claim more of him, and his breath hitched against her ear, setting her nerves on fire.
“Soph,” he groaned, her name a prayer on his tongue. Laying her down on the edge of the bed, he filled her completely and fucked her with long, languid strokes.
Her gaze climbed his body, champagne-spun vision tracing every carved valley of his muscles, up to his face where dark hair fell to frame glowing grey eyes. His own gaze was cast down and seeing the way he watched his cock slide into her had her walls clenching tight.
Another needy groan and he pulled away, pushing her further up the bed so he could settle himself between her legs, face burying between her thighs. Nose pressed to her mound, he inhaled.
Inhaled.
Gasping, she bucked her hips towards his mouth, desperate for the heat of that devilish tongue. He gripped her thighs and gazed along the length of her body to meet her eyes.
“Soph,” he said again and as his lips formed her name, she glimpsed the glint of fangs. Her pulse spiked, and she instinctively jerked in his grasp, only to have him pin her thighs to his shoulders. He grinned, showing the full length of those elongated canines as a finger swept into her folds, tracing to the top left of her clit.
“I’m going to bite you here,” his finger traced to the right, “and here. And once I do, you are going to regret having ever met me.”
“Are you going to kill me?” She panted, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him. Truthfully, at this point he could bleed her dry and she’d still get back on her knees and suck his cock in thanks.
He laughed, the sound dark and delicious and dripping like wine. “No, I won’t kill you. But no man will ever hold a candle to the way I’m about to ruin you.”
Kneading her thighs, he lowered his head back down and a second later she felt his fangs sink into the flesh above her clit as smooth as a knife going into butter. White stars burst through her vision like fireworks and he pressed a hand to her stomach to keep her steady. His other hand popped the glass mushroom from her ass and set it aside. She had only a moment to acclimatise to the sensation of his fangs gripping her sex, to the throbbing that charged through her core before he swirled his tongue around her clit and shattered her.
She screamed.
She screamed his name, for the Founders. She screamed incoherent words as she bucked savagely against his face. More. Harder. Fuck me, Eli, fuck me!
Her vision sparked, blackened, then filled with stars again. Every muscle - from her hands clenching the sheets to her legs wrapped around his head - quivered and shook and spasmed as the most intense wave of pleasure rolled through her. Throbbing, aching, stealing her breath. Throwing her from a cliff to shatter on rocks, then putting her back together.
And those waves didn’t subside like they normally would. They crashed against her shoreline over and over. They kept rolling even when he retracted his fangs. They still pounded through her as he crawled up her body, claiming her mouth and filling her with a sharp thrust.
He fucked her roughly, legs hooked over his shoulders so he could get deeper, harder. His own savage cry ripped from his throat as he brought her waves to a crest once more, tipping her into another pool of mindless pleasure, and then he followed her with a final ragged jerk.
Though vampires weren’t fertile, it was a heady thing to have this man spill himself inside her, drench her walls in hot spurts of cum, to claim her in the most primal way a man can.
Together they rolled through those final throbbing waves before he collapsed over her, his weight the only thing keeping her on this earth and not soaring off into the universe.
“Fuck.”
It was the first word to fall from her lips as he rolled to her side. The room spun and her core continued to throb, wanting more, still in need of satiating.
“I need wine.” It was the only thing she could think of, and Eli huffed a breathless laugh.
“You don’t need wine, and I wouldn’t -”
Too late. She’d swung off the bed only to have her legs turn to jelly and crumple beneath her. Sagging down to the floor, she groaned. Eli’s head appeared over the edge of the bed, still chuckling. “Give yourself a minute or two.”
“How long will it throb for?” She groaned, head falling back against the bed.
“The sensitivity will wear off within a few days.”
She slid her fingers down into herself, coating them in the cum that leaked from her. She smeared it over her already sticky thighs before lifting her hand and licking her fingers clean of the salty, sticky fluids. A tight noise in the back of Eli’s throat had her eyes darting to meet his.
He watched her with a feral need, but he didn’t intervene, so she slid her hand back down to her clit.
It didn’t take long before she was once more coming undone with a hoarse cry. Her own fingers plunged in and out of her brutalised pussy as she shattered into a thousand shards.
As her head fell back against the bed and her heart rate slowed, Eli cupped her face and kissed her. “Get back up here,” he whispered, “so I can fuck you again.”