Chapter 9

 

 

Moaning, I wrap my legs around his waist; he breaks off the kiss to trail his hot tongue down my neck where he sucks gently then nips me. The little bit of pain shoots tingles through my body. Making his way back up to my mouth, I look into his eyes—they are the bluest I’ve ever seen they almost glow. His lips capture mine but this time rougher. Opening my mouth a little is all the invitation he needs. His tongue clashes with mine warring with each other in a battle that can’t be won. Hearing a noise behind me, I stiffen up, getting that weird feeling again. Mick breaks the kiss but doesn’t let go of me, if anything he holds me tighter.

I start to shake against him, closing my eyes I feel evil, there are eight people here watching us. What the hell?

Mick looks me in the eyes—I see anger and fear for me. Moving slowly toward him with a smile on my face, I nip his ear and whisper, “Eight.” He tightens his hold on me, and I know he’s heard me.

“Well, well, Spring. I thought I was the one for you.” I’d know that voice anywhere.

“Fuck off, Maddox, why would I want an evil bastard like you?” I sneer. I hear laughing behind us somewhere. “You bring your lap dogs with you?” I ask. Mick tenses up a little, squeezing me.

“Now, now, Spring. I have you guys surrounded. Why don’t you come out and talk to me like a good little girl?” he sneers.

“She’s not going anywhere with you, Maddox,” Mick growls. Shifting, he puts his back to Maddox shielding me. I know what I’m to do, I feel it in my bones.

“Mick, it’s eight to one, you want to go down that road again? Besides, this is her destiny.”

“Let go, Mick. Pick your fights, and this one isn’t it,” I whisper to him. Looking at him, I see the shock on his face, and I know what he sees—my eyes have gone red. I blink, and they go back to normal. Can’t let all my secrets out. His hands slowly let go, I can tell he’s struggling with it. But I also know he must obey me.

I don’t know how I know, but I just do.

“Don’t do this, Spring, you are not ready, nor do you know all that’s going on,” he pleads with me.

Touching his face with my fingertips, I say, “I know I just have this feeling.” I push away from him, grabbing the strings of my top to tie them as I walk to the steps, slowly walking out of the water I walk right over to Maddox. I don’t back down.

“Smart girl,” Maddox murmurs. He reaches out and runs his finger down my cheek, trailing a hot line to my neck, still going further, to my shoulder, then his fingers turn and trail between my breasts all the way down to my bikini bottom and stops, slowly placing his hand on my wrist. I don’t move and let him play his little game. But Mick growls and jumps out of the pool and starts to run to me. Maddox’s guys have a tough time stopping him, they fight, and I see four of them go flying. They finally get Mick under control. Wiping the tear from my face, I look him in his eyes, and they are glowing.

“Now where were we, Spring, ah yes I was feeling you up. Let’s play a game every time you tell me no, I will hurt him.” He snickers. He grabs me, turning me around, so my back is pressed hard against him.

“OK, let’s start, did you know that he is your subject, he serves only you,” Maddox tells me. He slowly takes his hand from my shoulder and gradually moves to my breast, stiffening up I step away from him.

“Tsk, tsk, cut him,” he tells the guy holding him, “Don’t move when I touch you, Spring, it gets him hurt. Now unless you move because you like it, then by all means,” Maddox says.

“Fuck you, Maddox,” I sneer. He grabs my chin hard to that. I can’t look away when they cut Mick across his chest. He never cries out, but I see him tense up. He keeps his eyes on mine never looking elsewhere. Maddox starts again, trailing his hand down to my breast but this time he leaves his hand there, while he says.

“Do you know that you are a Queen? Hmm? Your life is not your own. You serve the people.” Still looking at Mick, I want him to say something that everything Maddox is saying is wrong that it is a lie. Maddox must know what I’m thinking.

“Please tell her, am I lying or not?” he asks Mick. Watching him, I see tons of emotions cross his face.

“He’s telling the truth.” He never looks away from me.

“You know, I mean I love you, touching me and all,” I say sarcastically, “but what is it you want, Maddox? Do you want to sleep with me? A blowjob maybe?”

I don’t see it coming; his fist flies out connecting with my jaw. Taking my hand, I touch where he’s hit me. “Well, buddy, you can count out a BJ,” I say, laughing. Trying to get up, I make it to my hands and knees. Looking at Mick, he’s biting back a smile. I’m so glad he thinks this is funny. Shaking my head, I stand up looking right at Maddox, waiting for him to talk.

“I want you to drink my blood, Spring, and then we will leave,” Maddox says.

“Noooo,” Mick roars. He starts to struggle with the guys, and they are not playing anymore. They have stabbed him, four or five times I lose count,

“Stop,” I yell. Maddox nods and they stop, looking behind me, Mick is now being held up by the guys no longer being able to hold himself up.

“I will,” I say. Walking closer to Maddox, I can see triumph in his eyes. You might have one this round, but I promise I will kill him when I get the chance.

“Come here,” is all he says.

Moving closer he moves a piece of my hair out of my face, smacking his hand away, he chuckles. Watching him, he takes a knife out and cuts across his wrist; I watch as the blood starts to flow and drip down on the ground. He reaches his hand out for me to take. I think I’m going to gag. Grabbing his arm, I slowly bring it to my lips, taking a little lick of the blood, I feel him shiver, looking up into his eyes I wrap my lips around the cut. Sucking the blood in my mouth, I swallow it, it’s a shock to my system but in a good way. Sucking harder I want more, running my tongue over the cut I try milking it to give me more, but Maddox pulls his wrist away, leaving me panting on my knees. I hear him laughing, but everything is going fuzzy.

“I will see you soon, my love,” Maddox says, kissing me on my head. Looking around, I see everyone leaving. Behind me, Mick is crawling to me I meet him halfway, he wraps me in his arms and puts all his weight on me, almost knocking us down.

“Mick, we have to get inside,” I say. I can hear Tanner going crazy inside the house; I can also hear Storm kicking at his stall door like he’s trying to get out.

“Mick, did you hear me?”

“Yes, Spring, I heard you,” Mick murmurs. We slowly get up and make our way into the great room where we both tumble to the ground. Mick’s hurt badly. Making my way to the downstairs bathroom, I pull open the cabinets looking for a first-aid kit. Finding what I’m looking for, I run back into the great room to see that he’s propped himself up against the couch. Dropping to my knees, I set the stuff down. Pushing a piece of hair out of his face, he opens his eyes.

“Spring, I’m so sorry.”

Putting my fingers to his lips, I say, “Shhh, let me take care of you.” Grabbing the wet cloth, I start to clean his wounds. He puts his hands over mine, looking up to his eyes, I see him give me a sad smile.

“I’m dying, Spring, this won’t help,” he whispers.

“OK, I’ll call an ambulance they will get you to the hospital.

“You know that won’t work. Think, Spring, I can’t ask you for it, you are my Queen. Maddox was not lying. You will start to change faster now that you took Maddox’s blood,” he whispers. His eyes close. Looking at my hands, I don’t know what to do. He told me to think. Closing my eyes, I start to relax.

I see this beautiful lady standing with all these men and women bowing to her. They are chanting “My Queen, my Queen.” A little girl runs up to her not caring what’s going on around her. The lady bends down to listen to the little girl, then she straightens up and grabs the little girl’s hands. They run together into this huge house. I follow them to see what’s going on. As I enter the house, I see four angels standing around the one that is hurt on the ground. The Queen bends down and says something to him, and he nods. She offers him her neck it looks very intimate.

Mick needs my blood. The Queen before me looks at me. “If you offer your blood to your warrior, you will become bonded forever, young Spring, you will always feed him, service him,” she says with a wink. “You will share each other’s feelings.”

“I can’t let him die, and I like him anyways,” I say to her. She starts laughing.

“You will have four warriors to you, Spring; you will never be bored. You will feed on all of them as they will you. You will have sex with them all, sometimes more than one at a time if you like that thing. They will always protect and serve you. There is nothing greater of honor to do that. If you only heal him, there will be no bonding.”

Opening my eyes, I look down at Mick. Shaking him gently, he opens his eyes. Straddling him, I bend down to his ear.

“I will freely give you what you need; will you accept it,” I whisper. I feel him tense up under me; I also feel his hard-on growing.

“Are you sure, Spring, do you know what that will mean for us, for you?” he asks. Nodding, I move my hair away from the side of my neck. I feel him tremble under me.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper. Mick gently runs his hand through the side of my hair and gently pulls me to him so that my neck is near his mouth. He kisses me and then runs his tongue down my neck. I feel sharp teeth scratch my neck. Feeling his mouth open, he bites down his fangs piercing my neck. I tense as the pain washes through me. Holding his head to my neck, I hope it lets him know I’m OK. He gently starts to suck the blood coming from me, feeding him, healing him. The pain has gone away as another feeling washes over me. Desire hits me with an aggressive punch. I hear him growl and he slowly thrusts his hips up to meet me. I can feel myself getting wet. I rub against him. I’ve never been this turned on before.

Running my hand down between us, I slide my hand under his shorts, wrapping my hand around his dick, I tug a little bit. Hearing him growl I start to rub him up and down. He breaks away from my neck licking the punctures. He grabs my hand, so I stop moving. Looking him in the eyes, I bring my lips to his, nipping at his bottom, running my tongue over his lip, he opens and lets me in. His arms wrap around my hips and move me against him. Stopping, he pushes away a little, and I feel the loss immediately.

“Spring, we have to stop this, it isn’t right, I took your blood to heal myself, but if we sleep with each other, it will complete the bond, and I don’t want to do that until you know everything,” he whispers in my ear. Not moving, I lean back to see him. His heart is pumping fast. I glance at his chest, and the wounds are healing quickly, all there is left are pink lines. I wonder why he doesn’t want to bond with me? Am I not good enough?

Because it lasts forever.