“Good girl,” he says. “You’re awake.” He pushes his cock deeper into my mouth. “And you’re being so obedient for me.”
I’m not being obedient. I can’t fucking move, and he knows it.
He pulls out of my mouth, sliding one hand under my chin to keep my face up to him.
“You’re confused,” he says. “You don’t know why you’re tied up. Don’t know why you’re here. Don’t know why I came for you in those mountains, why I made them go all the way there for you. It’s because you’re special, Tabby. You have something in you I’ll never have, something that I need. And it’s not a cock, and it’s not a baby.”
He walks around me slowly and spreads my legs. I’m wet, for some sick reason. My body has been responding to him like it belongs to him, like he owns me and can do whatever he wants to me. He’s a very bad man, and a worse wolf. But my pussy grips his cock like he’s all I have ever wanted.
He pushes in slowly, then starts to fuck me roughly. His cock is deep inside me, a vicious thrusting thing.
“What are you doing? What did I do wrong?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, baby,” he says, running his hand up my torso and pressing me further down against the bed. “This is a reward, or a thank you.”
He pushes deeper inside my pussy, fucking me with an insistence that is clearly more about mating than it is about sensual connection.
“I want you to have this one last time,” he says. “An orgasm suited to you. I want to knot in you. I want to come in you. I want life to be inside you when we face death.”
My stomach clenches, and my pussy tingles. This is fucked up. This is deeply wrong. And I am about to come. Skor reaches down to pinch my clit, forcing me to orgasm as his knot inflates inside me. He’s coming inside me. He’s filling me up. Again. He’s been so insistent from the beginning about breeding me.
I come just as he commands me to. I take his knot and his seed, my pussy walls milking every bit of seed deep inside me. The bonds around me hold me in place further, making movement impossible. In this moment I am nothing but a vessel for his seed.
When he is satisfied that there is nothing further left to push inside me, he slides free and leaves me there for what feels like an indeterminate period of time. I feel completely filled, utterly used, and entirely controlled.
“This is the last night you will be as you are,” Skor says, walking around me slowly. “You’ve been an innocent little brat, running about the mountains, killing the odd monster, and slaying the occasional vampire. But those powers you have were not bestowed on you because you were made to run wild. They were given because they needed to be used.”
He is dressed head to toe in black, and when he looks at me there is a particular intensity in his gaze that makes my stomach quiver. He wants something from me. More than mating. More than breeding. He wants me to do something for him.
“Will they be used while I’m silvered?”
“No,” he chuckles. “The chains were just for fun. I started wondering if you might be resistant to silver, but of course you’re not.”
I haven’t even tried to get out, but that’s not the point. He was testing me, and I’ve passed.
He lifts the silver from my bound form and draws me up to stand in front of him. I feel a hot rush between my legs as his seed starts sliding out of me.
“I am sorry.” He strokes the hair back from my head. There’s something in his tone I don’t like, cruel and sad at the same time. Like he has to hurt me, and he doesn’t want to acknowledge he enjoys the idea.
“What is going on, Skor?” My voice is shaking. My head feels light. The darkness I always felt from him is starting to extend out of his body and wrap around me. I feel a sense of destiny in this moment, as if it were somehow unavoidable. This had to happen, the same way the night in the mountains had to happen. Looking into his eyes, I wonder if I have ever made a choice at all.
“There’s a curse,” he says. “It relates to the weather, to the vampires, to the magic inside me. A long time ago, one of my great-great-grandmothers made a bid for power. It was granted, but at a great price.”
“The weather?”
“My grandmother got the power she wanted, but the sky became overcast and the vampires started to walk the land, and they took each and every one of the females of my family besides her. From then on, the women of my bloodline were promised to the vampire horde. The vampires take them once they have bred a female heir, to ensure a constant supply of our blood. My mother died after my sister was born. I want to end the curse. I have to. This can’t happen to Sali.”
“You want me to die to save your little sister?”
“I don’t think you’ll die,” he says. “I don’t know what it is about you, but there’s something that just refuses to submit to anything, including fate.”
“So how does the curse get broken? Someone made a deal with a devil decades ago and now the vampires have an endless supply of your family’s blood?”
“If you’re here, in the house, if you can call down sunlight whenever you want, then you can keep her safe.”
I look at him long and hard. “There is another option.”
“Oh?”
