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“Moan fer me, Ottavia. Tell me who ye belong ta.” My fingers tightened even more with her silence, a sound slipping through her teeth when my hips swiveled up to meet one of her erratic thrusts.
“I… belong… to no one,” she moaned out, her breath wheezing past my grip, voice raspy and deep with the pressure on her throat.
I tutted, my tongue wrapping around her earlobe and hips meeting each of her desperate thrusts. The front of my trousers had grown wet, a mixture of pre-cum and the slick leaking through her leggings effectively staining them. My grip tightened further, a warning that did nothing but cause more cream to pool from her pussy.
“Ye know tha’s a lie.” Working her little nub between my fingers, I let go of her throat, bringing that hand down to grip the swell of her hip. I used it to grind her harder against my cock, until I could feel the head of my dick just inside her pussy through our clothing. She came hard, raspy bellows of pleasure echoing around the room as her thrusts became choppy and erratic.
I withdrew my hand from her pants, trailing her wetness on my fingers up her front until I caught onto her cheeks, forcing her to look back at me over her shoulder. My eyes flicked to the red hand mark on her neck, the outline of my fingers, and my dick jumped at the sight before my tongue lapped out to run along the inside of her lips, tasting her.
My lips found her ear when she pulled away. “Ye will be mine, love.” My hands groped her, squeezing her tits hard, dick jutting up into her spent pussy. “Yer body. Yer mind.” She shuddered at the promise but remained quiet. “Yereverythin’ will be mine.”
With that, I moved her off of me, leaving her in a disheveled heap on the bed as I stood and made my way to the door without another word, just the heat of my promise lingering in my wake.
Ottavia
Chapter Twenty
After Eoin left, I sequestered myself in the shower, turning the hot water tap on as high as it would go and just melting under the stream of high pressure water. I wanted it to boil away my inappropriate desires, the near-obsession I was beginning to feel for the Abhartach king. My legs shook as I thought back to the pleasure he had given me. He hadn’t taken any for himself—his dick was still hard and tenting his trousers when he had left me, and my core ached with the thought of being filled by him.
Without conscious thought, my fingers trailed down the soft curves of my tummy to the apex of my thighs, running through the wet curls there. My cunt was still sensitive, clit a throbbing beacon that still begged for release. My hole clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.
Biting my lip, I grabbed the showerhead and switched the spray from rain shower to a throbbing pulse. I sent a quick, wary glance toward the door—I hoped the guards couldn’t hear the change in water pressure against the tiles. I didn’t want anyone to have an inkling about what I was going to do.
Leaning back against the chilly tile wall for support, I used one hand to spread the lips of my cunt wide open while the other directed the stream at my exposed clit. Immediately I released an agonized moan of pleasure. The pleasure was so intense it was nearly painful. My hips jerked, shuddering with it. My head dropped back, my mouth wide open and gaping at the ceiling as I leaned into the bliss coursing through my body.
I was going to come, and soon.
I dropped my second hand lower, shoving two fingers inside my needy pussy.
Fuck, I mouthed.Oh, fuck.
My cunt clenched around the intrusion, grabbing hard onto my digits and desperately trying to yank them in deeper, so I obliged. Water still pulsated against my clit and as I finger fucked myself, the sounds were sloppy and wet, so filthy I could tell the tips of my ears turned red. But I was beyond caring about if the guards could hear me. I was just wanted—no, needed—to come.
In my mind’s eye, Eoin was the one shoving into me, his thick cock stretching my pussy wide, his fingers vibrating so good and dirty over my clit. Thousands of years of living sure made it so a man knew his way around a woman’s body, and I wanted all of that knowledge focused solely on me. I pictured his eyes, gleaming red with bloodlust as his fangs glistened before he struck, biting my throat.
I lifted my leg and braced it against the shower wall before adding a third finger, really stretching myself out, thinking about Eoin threatening to wear me around his fist. I wanted his fist, shoved so deep inside my cunt that I could feel nothing else. I wanted to ride the life of near-pain. I would be his fucking slut puppet, clenching and coming around his fist while he drank my blood. Maybe I squirt. Maybe I would drench him in my cream and everyone would smell the sex on him and know he wasmine.
I was coming, hard. Moans streamed out of me, my face pulled into a grimace of pleasure as my hips rocked against my hand. Too soon, the wave ended and I had to yank the showerhead away from my painfully sensitive clit.
I finished my shower with my head blissfully quiet, free from any agonizing thoughts, just feeling the pulse of my cunt between my legs, the last remaining remnant of my orgasm.
Later, after I had dressed and brushed my hair, I was sitting on my bed and flipping idly through a magazine, when a knock sounded at the door. I now recognized it as Sable’s signature knock and yelled, “Come in!” She swept in quickly, the air smelling of her fresh, floral perfume. A lavender dress swirled around her legs to mid-thigh. Beneath the hem of the skirt, white scars stood out starkly and I vividly recalled her detailed story about the ghoul attack she had survived.
Even with the vampire blood, her healing must’ve been agonizing.
A swell of emotion built in my chest for Sable. She was a survivor, yet somehow kept her happy-go-lucky spirit. I envied her, and was inspired by her. My life had been a carousel ride compared to hers, yet I was bitter and jaded. It altered my perspective a little, and I vowed to myself that I’d work on the anger that stirred restlessly within me.
“Hey, hey!” Sable greeted me. Instead of a duffle bag, this time she carried a garment bag. My brow rose as I took it in and I shot her a little wave of my fingers in response.
“Hot date?” I inquired. She was dressed to impress in that cute little dress and those beige wedges with lace detail. Her dark curls were separated into two thick buns on her head, with small ringlets curling down over her forehead and around her ears. Gold shimmer glittered on her eyelids, and nude-toned lipstick that matched her skin perfectly turned her pouty lips glossy.
“Yeees,” she drew the word out. “Well, kinda. You and I are hanging out with the boys! I finally convinced Eoin to let you come to one of our game nights!”
Game nights? I was struggling to picture the ancient vampire hard-ass Eoin Ó Ceallaigh playing a round of Monopoly or Life.
“Don’t give me that look. It’s a weekly thing, and totally fun. And now I finally get to have another girl with me to break up all that testosterone in the air. Declan and Eoin are wildly competitive,” she added in a conversational tone as she unzipped the garment bag. “If they start fist-fighting—again—we’ll just leave them to it and go sneak some ice cream from the kitchens. Ta-da! Here you go!”
With a flourish, she pulled back the garment bag, revealing a simple black dress. It had spaghetti straps and a heart-shape neckline that would sit low on my ample chest. When I slipped it on over my head in the bathroom a few moments later, after having shed the plain gray sweats and black tee I’d been wearing, I ran my fingers down the dress, taking in the soft material as I gazed at myself in the mirror. It clung to my curves, showing the soft dips and rolls of my body perfectly. I smiled at the sight, enjoying the idea of dressing up for a night. The hem hung right above my knees, and swished teasingly against my legs as I re-entered the bedroom.
