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"Take off your shirt, Quinn."
As he managed it, she rode the sinuous rolls of his muscular body, feeling the shift of his hard cock beneath denim. "Now put me up against the wall. I want to see all those fine muscles working for me. A bit more gently this time. You were rough with your Mistress."
He gave her a tight half chuckle at that. "I think she likes that."
"Hmm." She twined her arms around his neck as he got them both up, all those muscles tightening beneath the grip of her arms and legs. She pressed her face against his hair, suddenly holding him so close that she could feel his heartbeat.
Stop, Selene. Don't do this. Don't do it.
But he'd said yes, and the urgent beat inside herself would no longer be denied. It's only the second mark. Only the second mark... We're in the middle of nowhere. I've never wanted anything for myself like I want him. Can't I have this one thing? For just a little while?
Oh God. Can you hear yourself, Selene?
Shut up. Just shut up.
The wall pressed into her back, him into her front. She arched a brow at him. "I want you inside me when I do this. All the way to your balls. Then you stay utterly, completely still."
He let go of her to open his jeans, take hold of his cock and find her bare pussy. When his broad head pushed into her, she swallowed a hum of pure satisfaction. He was hard and thick, every part of him sending the irresistible message he's yours he's yours...
She slid her cheek forward, against his. She felt the anticipation of his taut body, his struggle against the desire to thrust. "It will hurt the first second, but then...it will be different."
She teased his throat with her lips. The beat of that artery was so urgent, intense like the man himself, as if calling to her. Oh Quinn...
As if her savage subconscious anticipated the interference of her residual human notions of right and wrong, her fangs elongated once again, her pulse accelerated and hunger drove away everything but the need to take. She bit down, harder than she'd intended, and he stiffened, but only in a way that made her want to tear into him even more. She felt his cock get harder, thicker, his fingers digging into her buttocks, his body pressing more insistently against her. A lovely ripple of sensation gripped her like a fever ache. She pressed her tongue against the glands in the back of her mouth, something she'd never done but the once, with the geographic marker, and yet it was as if animal instinct told her exactly what to do. Right on the heels of that, she also released a hard, heavy surge of pheromones, because she wanted to see the results. She'd told him not to move. She'd not told him she intended to make him climax.
As the second mark serum surged into his blood stream, the pheromones rushed right over it. He jerked, groaned. "Fuck, Selene...I can't..."
She swallowed the precious mouthful of blood and, as his desires overcame his will and his cock started spurting inside her, his mind opened to her in a flash of images. Primitive needs and desires, his vision of what they were doing, what he wanted to do to her, endless explorations of both their carnal appetites. Then there was more feeling than images, hard, driving need... God, he wanted to move. She wanted him to move. But she held him locked in her arms, her thighs a tight vise over his hips, fingers dropping there to dig into his ass, reminding him.
Feel it all, cowboy. Try not to move... Let me see it all in your mind...how you're feeling it...
His mind twined with hers. What she'd derived from his words and body language, she now felt as full truth, his deep craving to submit to a strong Mistress, one with enough cruelty to her to let him be rough when he wanted to be--and take it--rough. Yet he was strong, in charge, not a man to ever stand behind a woman in a fight. Maybe now that she was in his mind she could show him those two things weren't mutually exclusive at all.
Her pussy clamped down on him, wanting to follow him over that cliff, but now she had something else she wanted, and she didn't mind denying herself for the pleasure of it.
She gripped the side of his head, pressed a slight blood imprint on the line of his jaw, licked it away, not willing to waste even a taste. Whatever happens from here forward...you're mine, Quinn. You understand?
I have been since you walked in the place.
Did he realize he'd just spoken directly in her mind? She'd heard secondhand what servants felt at receiving the second mark, but she hadn't thought much about what the vampire would feel. She could hear the call of that third mark like a siren's call in a treasure cavern full of delicious possibilities. It made her want to finish it, because as the second mark unfurled in his blood and his mind opened to hers...it was indescribable. She could come to rest at the lower levels of his consciousness, was aware of the floor beneath that point, knew the third mark would take away all ceilings and floors in his soul, that there would be no corner of him that could retreat from her, that would not utterly belong to her. He didn't understand that or maybe...maybe he did. As much as either of them could understand it, with him having a hunger for submission to the right Mistress, yet never having been a vampire's servant, and her, a young vampire who'd never yet taken one.
He shifted his head, pressing his forehead to hers as he drew in a ragged breath. His voice came out a whisper. "Mistress."
Chapter Eight
A capitulation, or maybe an acknowledgement. Certainly, at last, an acceptance that without her his life would be colorless. If his submission was the price to pay, he paid it willingly. With unexpected, startling pleasure.
What do you have to say to your Mistress, Quinn?
Her voice was in his head. Quinn was realizing that the last few things she'd said, that he'd assumed were simply his own thoughts anticipating her own mind, hadn't been those at all. She'd been right. Her bite had been more painful than the previous ones, driven by her hunger, but it hadn't been anything next to that brief second afterward, when fire had been injected into his veins. It had only been a blink, though, then a wave of arousal had crashed down, wrapped itself up with it, a continuation of the lesson she'd been teaching him, that pain and pleasure would go hand in hand with her. And she'd teach him to love both in equal measures, no matter how high either went.
Yet it wasn't a one-way street. Her earlier distress, the conflict, was over for now, and he'd given her something she needed. He was sure of it.
I need something now. Are you willing to give me whatever I want, Quinn?
She had a gleam in her eye, and he could feel her body revved and waiting. She wanted to use him, use him hard. He was more than ready for it.
He still had her pushed against the wall, one hand twisting in her hair, his cock buried in her wet heat. "Whatever you want."
"Put me down and take off your clothes," she ordered in that imperial voice. "All of them. You'll leave them here. Inside my room, I want my servant accessible to me in all ways."
Reluctantly he withdrew from her, sliding her back to the floor. She'd kicked off her sandals and stood in her bare feet. Despite that, and the scraps of her panties lying on the floor, her hair and clothes in disarray, she looked every inch the queen. With hands that shook, Quinn toed off his boots and stripped away his jeans.
Selene licked her lips. "Commando. Thought I didn't feel anything between you and those jeans. Shameless."
"Less to take off."
She curled her fingers around his wrist, drew his hand to her even as she laid her other hand on his chest, holding him in place. Making him watch, she guided his hand between her legs, controlled the movement of his fingers as she dipped them inside herself, turned them in that heated slickness. She dropped her head back on her shoulders, humming a little before she withdrew his touch, gave him back his hand.
"Now lick your fingers and tell me how I taste."
He was ready to explode but deliberately swiped his tongue over each finger, lapping her syrup that coated them. Her scent drifted up to his nostrils, sending urgent messages to his balls.
"Carry me upstairs," she said.
He didn't have
to be told twice. Lifting her in his arms, he headed for the stairway. If any other woman took that commanding tone with him, his penis would have deflated like a punctured balloon, but with Selene it only made him harder. More aroused and starving for her, if that was even possible. The same emotions he'd felt when she used the whip on him, when she taunted him with images of the strap-on, when he lay in bed totally at her mercy, those emotions swirled through him like a sensual tornado and he had to stop himself from dropping to his knees.
In the small flat he didn't stop himself. When he stood her beside the bed, without even thinking, he dropped to his knees before her. Her gaze kindled like hearth light.
"Do you want to fuck me, Quinn?"
"Yes." More than he wanted his next breath.
"Yes, who?" she prompted.
"Yes, Mistress. Just tell me what you want."
"I want you to get up on the bed on your hands and knees. No questions or speaking until I say, or I will send you home just like this." A hint of amusement touched her lips as her gaze swept his naked body. "Perhaps exactly like this."
Was she going to have him finger his ass again? The memory of those sensations made his balls ache. As he complied, she opened the drawer on the small bedside table and took out a tube of what he recognized as anal lube. It made him clench inside.
Uncapping the tube, she climbed onto the bed behind him, still wearing the short dress. He braced himself for intrusion but instead felt her lips on his buttocks, first one cheek then the other. Her lips were cool but each place they touched his skin felt as if a hot brand had been applied. His cock, which should have needed a far longer recuperation, started to stiffen again.
"You shouldn't feel as lethargic after I feed from you now. You'll find your libido can mostly keep up with mine."
"I wasn't doing too shabby on that without the mark."
"No, you weren't." She sent him a sultry look beneath her lashes. "But I wasn't being half as demanding as I can be."
