Chapter 88 Danica
Danica
Well, shit. I did not see this coming. Apparently, Rhyland's supercharged vampire DNA bounces back faster than a rubber ball on steroids. Erik was out for the count for hours, but not my Viking.
Clearly, I didn't think this through.
I was so caught up in my "get even" scheme to realize I might just be poking the bear. The massive, really pissed-off bear.
And let's be honest, adding a finger in the booty hole was probably a big no-no for this alpha. Who knew alpha vampires were so touchy about impromptu butt exploration?
Mr. "I'm-too-alpha-for-ass-play" seemed to enjoy my little digital adventure more than he'd like to admit. If I hadn't pulled the plug (pun absolutely intended), he would've been shooting off like a hormone-crazed teenager in 0.2 seconds flat.
I guess I've discovered Rhyland's secret on/off switch. Who knew the key to bringing a thousand-year-old vampire to his knees was hidden in his own backyard? Talk about a plot twist!
Note to self: Maybe ask before going on a spelunking expedition in Rhyland's bat cave next time.
Now, the million-dollar question is: do I dare poke the bear (or, in this case, the vampire's ass) again? Or should I file this little tidbit away for a rainy day when I need to turn The Viking Vanguard into putty?
Next time, I'll bring a map and a headlamp. After all, there's gold in them thar hills!
I put on my best 'I'm not scared, you're scared' face and try to explain, "I was just trying to even the score, Rhyland. I won that bet, remember? That's how bets work. You know, you win some, you lose some, you get tied up and fingered some?"
Rhyland growls low in his chest, sounding like a pissed-off lion.
"Yeah, well, remind me never to bet against you again, sweetheart.
" He bends down, his lips brushing my ear, hand still clamped around my neck like a sexy vise.
"Because you play dirtier than a pig in mud.
And I'm about to show you just how filthy I can get. "
I almost smirk at that but think better of it. He's already madder than a wet hen, and who knows what he'll do to me. He releases my neck and steps back, but suddenly, I'm stuck to the wall like a fly on flypaper.
What in the...?
My corset is then ripped from my body (magically, might I add), leaving my girls out in the open, and my nipples harden.
It hits me like a ton of bricks—Rhyland's using his telekinesis on me. Something he's never done before, and it's scaring the ever-loving shit out of me. He could've Jedi mind-tricked me anytime he wanted, but he never has.
Until now.
Oh boy, I think I might have just opened Pandora's box with a crowbar and a stick of dynamite.
"You pushed me, Dani. Remember that. You asked for this," Rhyland grumbles as he stalks towards me, his eyes blazing with fury and desire.
"Rhyland…What're you doing…?
"You think you're so clever, don't you? Turning the tables on me like that." He magically tightens a phantom hand around my throat. "Well, sweetheart, you've just opened a can of fucking whoop-ass. And I will ensure you feel every single consequence of your little game."
Shit.
I try to gulp around the tightening on my throat, it's so bizarre he's touching me without touching me.
"All is fair in love and war, baby," Rhyland says with a smirk—feeding me back my own words.
Our play on words.
I'm frozen in place, unable to move a muscle as he fists his hand in my hair, yanking my head back to force me to meet his gaze. "What the hell am I going to do with you, Angel?"
Fuck me hard like the hot Viking stud you are.
I open my mouth to reply, but before I can utter a word, his lips crash against mine in a bruising kiss. He plunders my mouth like a man possessed, his tongue thrusting against mine in a filthy dance that leaves me breathless. I moan into the kiss, my body melting against his as he consumes me.
Without warning, he spins me around, pressing me face-first against the wall. "I'm done waiting. I'm going to fuck this tight little cunt until it's milking my cock dry," he rasps, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You went too far, Dani."
Was it the drugging? The kinky rope action?
Or maybe my adventurous finger exploration?
Hard to pinpoint exactly what's got his Viking panties in a twist. Probably the unholy trifecta of all three.
I mean, a girl's gotta get creative sometimes, right?
Not my fault he's being such a drama queen about it.
I suck in a sharp breath as Rhyland lines up his Viking battering ram at my entrance. My body is shaking like a leaf, equal parts terrified and turned on. He starts to ease in, and holy mother of all that's holy, it's like trying to park a jumbo jet in a bicycle rack.
Inch by glorious inch, he works his way in until he's buried to the hilt, stretching me like I'm silly putty. "Oh, fuck," I whimper, my head flopping back onto his shoulder. He starts to move, slow and deep like he's trying to reach my tonsils from the other end.
I'm caught somewhere between "Is this what dying feels like?" and "Please, sir, may I have some more?" as Rhyland sets a rhythm that's slow, deep, and threatening to rearrange my internal organs.
My big mouth just can't help itself—
"Geez, is that all you've got? I thought Vikings were supposed to be tough," I tease, gasping for air, my knees about to give out.
Rhyland responds with a half-laugh, half-moan as he grips my hair at the base of my neck, tugging my head back—and picks up the pace, his hips slamming against mine with enough force to rattle the picture frames on the wall. "You and that damn, mouth."
I can't help but cry out as he hits just the right spot.
It's like he's got a GPS for my happy places.
This back-and-forth between us, this constant game of one-upmanship?
It's better than any workout routine. Who needs a gym when you've got a competitive streak a mile wide and a partner who's always up for a challenge?
Rhyland fucks into me with punishing thrusts, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me back to meet every brutal drive of his cock. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room, mingling with our moans and grunts of pleasure.
"Who's in control now, baby?" he snarls, his breath hot against my ear. "You like it when I fuck you like the naughty little angel you are?"
"Yes," I gasp, my voice hitching on a hard thrust. "Don't stop, Rhyland. Fuck, don't ever stop."
He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers racing down my spine. "Oh, I'm just getting started, sweetheart. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk for a week."
Rhyland's hands slide around to my front, groping my breasts with a rough possessiveness that sends heat rushing straight to my core. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he continues to piston into me from behind.
"Couldn't resist playing with fire, could you, Angel?" his voice a dark rumble that vibrates through my body. "You just had to go and stick that curious little finger in my ass. Well, sweetheart, you know what they say—turnabout is fair play."
Before I can even process his words, the world spins, and I find myself on the edge of the bed, thick leather cuffs encircling my wrists. He hooks them to the bars above the bed, leaving me stretched taught on my knees, entirely at his mercy.
I tug at the restraints, the leather biting into my skin in a way that only serves to heighten my arousal. Where the hell did he even get these cuffs? Probably pulled them out of his Viking ass along with that massive cock of his.
I guess I did ask for this, didn't I? Play stupid games—win stupid prizes. Or, in this case, win a one-way ticket to Spanksville, population: me.
I'm so turned on I can barely think straight, my body thrumming with a need so intense it borders on pain. I'm a livewire of sensation, every nerve ending screaming for his touch, his cock, his everything.
Rhyland steps back, admiring his handiwork with a smug grin that makes me want to slap him and ride him at the same time. "Now then," his voice a silken threat. "Let's see how you like having that tight little ass played with, shall we?"
Oh boy. I have a feeling I'm in for a wild ride. This Viking is about to pillage and plunder like it's 999 AD.
"First thing's first," Rhyland murmurs, circling me like a wolf about to devour his prey. I'm strung up like a pinata at a Viking birthday party, unable to move a muscle as he keeps me immobile with his telekinesis. "This ass needs a nice, red handprint, don't you think, Angel?"
I swallow hard, my throat dry. "Ye-yeah," I squeak, knowing this will be an "interesting" night.
He stands behind me, his chest on my back, his hand landing on my ass with a smack that echoes around the room. Thank God for soundproof walls—or, in this case, thank Lucian for having the foresight to invest in some quality noise dampening.
The sting of his palm against my skin is like fire and ice all at once, an explosion of sensation that has my nerves buzzing. "Ooh," I gasp, my head falling back on his shoulder.
"It's time to turn this ass cherry red, baby. You've been a very naughty girl."
His lips trail down my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin, my pussy clenching. He rubs my burning ass cheek, soothing the sting with one hand while the other comes down again, leaving another scorching handprint on my flesh. "Do you agree, baby?"
"Mmm-hmm," I moan, rolling my head back against his shoulder as he spanks me again. "Yeah, okay, I agree, I agree. You win, Rhy. Just... fuck!"
He chuckles, his breath hot against my skin. "Damn right, I win, baby. Now, let's see how much you can take before you start begging."
Rhyland's sexy hard body is like a damn furnace pressed against my back as he leans in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Where's that toy, Dani?" he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly growl that sends goosebumps across my skin.