Chapter Nine
I’d marched out of the cavern, done with their ‘discussion’ with the Original.
They wanted him.
He wanted them—with a bargain, I was sure.
And it didn’t matter what I said.
I couldn’t handle the arrogant assholes taking up the very air in there, and after so many hundreds of years of Rest, these dicks were dancing on my nerves.
My anger was turning into a craving, though. Thankfully, Adelie had left earlier.
I was still craving...something.
The idea of exsanguinating a human didn’t seem to be what I needed.
It was a different craving this time—
Sex.
That was it. I needed sex. I needed a good, hard fuck, and I needed it soon.
I wanted to fuck. Hell, I’d been checking out Lord Pippin.
“Gwynnore.”
With a gasp, I turned back the way I had been walking. There in the dark, leaning against the roughhewn walls of the cavern, was the biggest asshole of all—Niallan.
He was smirking as he unfolded his arms and stepped toward me, standing directly in my path. “What are you doing?”
“None of your business.” I pushed, but he didn’t let me pass. Grabbing my arm, his massive bulk stopped my forward progress altogether. “What are you doing? Let go of me.”
He leaned in and sniffed me. “Ah, you’re full of fresh blood.”
Yes, I had slated one hunger in the chattel section after leaving the Overlords.
I ripped my arm from his grip. “Fuck off. How dare you? Sniffing me is rude. Don’t they teach manners on the druid side?”
“I don’t have time for manners. They’re useless anyway.” His hands were back on my arms, rough and warm. “I was sent here on a mission by your previous Overlords. One, I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight—”
My back tensed. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means the Overlords named me Monitor of you.”
“Why the hell would they do that?” I hissed.
A Monitor watched over the Queen Novitiate while she was in her trials.
“I think they want us together.” He shrugged a bored shoulder.
I was past done with this conversation. “I’m going to my chamber.”
“I’m sure you think you are.”
“Get out of my way.”
“You didn’t let me finish earlier about my mission. Two, you need to go back to the meeting.”
I growled. No one ever told me what to do. I hadn’t gotten where I was by allowing this shit. I wasn’t going to now. I needed to find someone suitable to bed because the urge was rising and rising fast. “Let go.”
“Make me, shorty.”
My mouth fell open. “You, you cretin! How dare you!”
He raised an eyebrow. “Because I don’t like you. I think you’re a bitch. Your friend was right. I did hear everything you said. You didn’t actually hold back.” His expression fell, and a cruel little grin spread across his face. “You’re hunting for sex, aren’t you?”
I was not having this. “What I do should not concern you. What I want is not your problem.”
His lush lips twitched, and he teased, “You shouldn’t be walking through the stronghold with a pussy desperate for sex. You’ll ruin the precarious balance with your fellow vampires.”
“I don’t care.”
His anger flared to the surface, losing his cool, shoving me against the wall. “I do. Either you’re going back to the meeting, or I’m walking you to your chamber. Which, by the way, I learned a minute ago is in the other direction.”
“I am walking this way.”
Green eyes roved my face. “Not smelling like hot sex, you aren’t.”
I bared my teeth. “Then do something about it.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. Had I actually said that?
His head cocked, blond eyebrows lifting. Silent. A predator hunting.
Maybe…maybe if I did screw him, I would forget how he once turned me down.
And I did need release. The druid wasn’t bad on the eyes, either.
Hesitantly, I nodded.
Watching his eyes flare red, I thought he was going to throw me down the hall.
Instead, he shocked me.
The kiss was hard, punishing, and demanding, and I didn’t know what to do at first. Centuries since I had been kissed in any form, this was a hateful, angry, deep kiss that pulled me into it and caused my sex to weep even more. Catching up to the rest of my body, my mouth responded, and using what leverage I could, I kissed his lips the same way.
Yanking back and wrapping a hand around my small, pert breast, he growled, “Fuck, your mouth.” His hand was rough and strong, and they made my nipples pearl and press against his palm almost immediately.
His warm and moist lips were back, his tongue an unwelcome but wanted invader. He was really good at kissing, and my whole body was taking note of that. I found myself panting hard when he pulled away. He groaned, “I’m going to fuck you right here, where anyone can see us.”
“Fine.” It was more than fine—it was what I needed.
His claws slashed open my shirt, reminding me of the vampire power he had stolen. He caught the front of my bra as well, shoving all of it out of his way. Nial’s mouth was hot and wet as it caught my nipple, and he sucked hard. There was nothing tender about this—I didn’t want there to be, and clearly, neither did he. I wanted to get what I needed.
A fuck and a good orgasm.
I planned to kill him if he didn’t satisfy the latter.
Using rough fingers, he twisted and pulled the other breast, and I had little chance to stop the moan that he got out of me. Grabbing his waist, I yanked him closer and unfastened his pants, dropping the weapons belt to the floor and shoving the rest down his hips.
No way did it even bother me he sported dried blood all over his body.
It was more of an aphrodisiac, the visual stimulating.
The cock that sprung free from his pants was…impressive.
Now I was really going to kill him if he didn’t give me what I needed. There should be no problem with that, not with that massive girth and length. I wrapped my hand around him and slipped my palm up and down. He didn’t break his concentration on my tits, but he did moan appreciatively.
I leaned back and enjoyed. He offered, and I took.
A moment later, my own guns dropped to the floor as he shoved a hand into my pants. He had excellent aim. His hand found my clit instantly and elicited a gasping groan past my lips.
Christ, I needed this. My poor clit was instantly on fire from his touch.
He rumbled, “You’ll do exactly what I say, or I’ll walk away from this.”
“No, you won’t.” I snorted.
He pulled away from me, his mouth glistening. “You’ll do what I say.” His hand pinched my nipple hard. “Or I’ll lock you in your chamber and make sure there are no males for you.”
“You think I wouldn’t take a woman?”
I felt him shiver at my threat. I had fucked women before—a climax was a climax, after all. But right now, I needed a cock. His cock was right there.
“You’ll do what I say, or I’ll make sure there’s nothing for you to fuck.” Green eyes held mine in a brutal stare. “Not even your own hands.”
With that, he roughly shoved two fingers inside me and started to pump against my clit. My body was jelly. I need this attention. Blood was orgasmic, but this was something I needed on a different level. Blood nourished, but this fed me.
Nial was rough, hard, and his fingers were plunging in even deeper.
As I could see my climax coming at me, he withdrew and stepped back from me. My anger flared, and he laughed—laughed, at me. His eyes roamed up and down my frame, taking in the mess he’d made of my clothes. “You’re going to listen to me.”
“Yes, fine, whatever. Just fuck me.”
He leaned a hand on the wall behind me and peered down into my eyes. “I keep getting the ‘fine’ comment out of you. I don’t want that answer. I want you to enjoy this.”
“Enjoy? I’m begging someone I detest for a fuck in a public hallway. There’s nothing to enjoy.”
“Well. I’ll take my cock and find another pussy that finds me more than fine.”
I grabbed his erection before he could move away from me. “I hate you, Niallan. And I hate myself for needing this. But you aren’t going anywhere until I get fucked. So stop asking me if I want something or if I like something, or if I’m going to listen to you, and just fuck me. Put that mouth to good use.”
He laughed at me again but said nothing more.
Instead, he pressed me against the wall, his arm across my throat, making it hard for me to draw a breath. It was a threat without merit as I could go without air for hours—but it was a habit to breathe. His eyes brightened again when he saw me struggling to draw air.
“I like to see you struggling, Gwen. It makes me even harder.”
He wasn’t lying. But when he pulled his arm away, I still felt a pressure on my neck. The bastard was using his powers to hold me there and keep air from my lungs. He really did love to see me struggle. I wanted to scream at him, but there wasn’t enough breath in me, and before I could even try, he was gone from my sight. I knew immediately where he was when the pants I was wearing were peeled down. My right leg left the ground and was placed on his shoulder.
His tongue found my clit.
The pressure on my throat was gone in the next instant, and I dug my nails into his shoulders. The hiss it elicited tripped through my pussy, lighting my body up like a bonfire. I tried to tell him I didn’t want him to lick me to orgasm when I felt his finger slide up inside me again and start pumping in and out, in and out, my core trembling.
“Damn it…” I managed. “Nial, I want you to… to… uh… shit.”
He was an ancient bastard, and he still managed to tongue the words right out of my brain. My head fell back against the rock, and just for a moment, I could hear the Overlords arguing from the room down the hall.
When had they changed locations?
Did I care?
Nial’s fang grazed the hot, tender bundle. The heat lanced through me. I almost wanted him to pierce me and take my blood at that, and I opened my mouth to tell him so. Except, a third finger worked into my throbbing channel, and I gasped instead. The feeling of being filled and stretched was a relief, and it was followed by another graze of a fang. I couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t move. I was almost there, without ever having his dick inside me.
A brush of magic wisped across my nipples, and in concert, he nipped my clit.
The magic pinched both of my nipples, hard.
I came so hard I thought I was going to explode. My legs went weak, and it was only that Nial was holding me up, his hands on my ass—when did that happen?—that I didn’t fall down. I felt the orgasm rolling through me, up and down, and back, and finally settling in my sex.
I wasn’t satisfied.
I threaded my finger into Nial’s hair and yanked his head back from where he had nestled into my pussy. “That was good, but I’m not satisfied.” Drawing one of my fingers down his cheek, I curled my hand around his throat and felt the thready, delicate thrum of his pulse.
Nial smiled, his teeth flashing. He dropped my leg off his shoulder and pulled me down to kneel. “You want my cock? You need to suck it.”
“What?” I was appalled.
“You heard me. If you want my cock, you need to suck it.” He rose from the floor, and his massive erection was there in front of me.
It was magnificent, and I wanted to ride it.
But because it was attached to Nial, I wanted to bite it off and spit on the ground at the same time. I curbed the urge to dismember him and wrapped a fist around him, pumping slowly.
Glistening with pre-cum, I reached out the tip of my tongue and licked, tasting him. My little tease earned a grunt from him, and he leaned a hand against the wall as the other found the hair I had in a ponytail, gripping tightly. Pulling against his tight fist, I slipped my lips over the crown of his dick and drew him deep into my mouth.
He did taste really good, but I knew my jaw would hurt quickly with the size of him.
But I went on. I drew him out slowly and then pulled him back in. I tightened my lips around him and dreamed of the day I would drive a knife through his ribs and pierce his heart. Maybe I could even do it while I had his dick inside me. The ultimate fuck.
The huge erection did exhaust me quickly. When it was clear to him that I was willing but tired, he took control of me and fucked my mouth, driving himself in and out of my lips. I licked and prodded, tightened and loosened my lips, even scraped my fangs over him.
There was something delightfully primal about him just using my mouth for his own benefit. I had never let a male do this to me, but him just using me, driving his erection as deep as he could force it, was the perfect act for the revulsion we had for each other.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow it. Every last drop of my cum.”
Yes. I was going to. I knew I was, and I wanted to. I wanted to taste him, the way I knew he had tasted me on his tongue when I came on his mouth.
He drove hard, and the cum raced up his shaft with a jerk and hard twitch. The hot liquid coated my tongue, my mouth, and slid down my throat as he grunted and groaned with the release I gave him. I swallowed and sucked all of his sexual offerings from his dick and let every drop roll down my throat.
As his hand released my hair, he dropped his head and looked down at me kneeling there. “Shit, Gwen. What a hot little mouth you have. Did you like that?”
“Yes,” I answered, surprising myself.
“Good girl.” He put a finger under my chin.
He was still hard.
That was impressive.
“Stand up, Gwen. I’m still going to fuck you.”
The voices from the chamber floated down to us, and I momentarily froze before I could stand. I didn’t need those asses finding me like this—mostly naked, cum on my breath. I stood quickly, and Nial spun me around, placing my hands on the wall.
“I’m going to take you like the miserable bitch in heat you are, Gwen. Bent over and panting, ass in the air, tits hanging.”
Why did that turn me on even more?
Nial wrapped one hand around my waist and used the fingers of his other hand to once again probe the depths of my sex. I let out a few puffs of breath, trying not to betray my desire. This was wanton. This was the way I had wanted to be taken. No love, no tenderness. That had no place here. The only thing there was room for was his dick inside me.
“Come on, Nial, fuck me. Hurry up.”
His hand disappeared from my clit for a moment and was replaced by the probing tip of his erection. The hardened shaft pressed against me and the sensitive skin of my opening convulsed, throwing sparks through my body, and pearling my nipples once again.
“Nial!”
“Shut up, Gwen.”
His dick slammed home, hard, deep, brunt and without care. I swallowed the shriek I wanted to let rip from my throat. His merciless thrusts filled and stretched me to breaking. He’d prepped me well. If he had just driven home, there would have been no pleasure for me. This way, having come, having the wet from sex already coating me made everything that much better, that much more pleasurable.
Driving hard, he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, the other grabbing a breast roughly. I pressed back, encouraging him to go harder, go faster. I could feel my climax rising with each slam of his shaft in my cunt, the rock of his balls against my clit. I need more of that, more of him, and I spread my legs further, allowing more of him to hit against me.
The sound of his skin slapping mine, the sexual sounds of being fucked in a dark hallway, echoed through the rock around us. And while I could still vaguely hear the voices from the meeting chamber, I didn’t care if they heard us. I needed this. I need Nial to keep pounding at me, making me chase the climax I so desperately needed at the end of his cock.
“Harder, Nial. Harder.” I wanted more.
“Greedy pussy,” he panted but took on my challenge. I almost let the yelp slip out when he slammed so hard my teeth shook. “That’s what you want? You want my cock to bottom out in you every time? You want me to stuff every last inch of my dick in your cunt?”
“Fuck me, Nial.”
The hand he wrapped around my waist moved to my other breast, and he grabbed it firmly. He used my tits like handholds and pulled me back harder and harder and harder, but I still wanted more.
“Bend over, hands on the floor.”
I moved immediately, putting both hands on the ground nearly folded in half while he still sawed in and out of my sex. Without warning, he grabbed my leg off the ground and pulled it back around his waist.
His next thrust let him in deeper than I could have hoped. The cold air that greeted my clit after each deep push contrasted with the heat of his cock and balls. Even if someone walked up, leaned against the wall, and started watching us, I wouldn’t care.
My climax was right there, and I desperately needed it.
Nial’s finger flicked against the hot bundle of nerves, and I was brought to the precipice. He slammed home and scraped back out against my G-spot deep inside. My whole body, sweating and desperate for release, shivered and shook. Another touch, this time a press against the heated button, and a hard slam of cock to the very root inside me.
The orgasm erupted through all of me, the desperate release blinding me and rendering me deaf as well. The ringing in my ears nearly covered the sexual slap of his cock and the swear words that tripped off his lips as he spilled his cum deep inside me.
“Fuck! Gwen!”
His last few thrusts were short, sharp, and slow to withdraw after. He dropped my leg to the ground and just held my hips against his as his erection slowly retreated and slowly withdrew from my pussy.
He stepped back, not even offering me a hand to right myself. I walked my hands up the wall, each muscle trembling and quaking as I did. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I decided I wasn’t going to kill him since I was about to have trouble walking.
I heard the sound of his pants being zipped up
I turned and leaned back against the wall.
“There. Now you’re free to roam the stronghold. You no longer smell like desperate sex.” He started to walk away.
Staring at him, I tried to catch my breath and yelled after him, “You ass.”
Nial stopped and looked back at me. “You wanted it.”
“That’s not what I meant. Give me your shirt so I can go get new clothes.”
Laughing he disappeared down the hall, leaving me standing there—naked.
But satisfied.
I shoved my leg into the pants and pulled them up, retrieving my guns and pulling my shirt closed. Of sorts.
I was going to have to walk through the room of the Overlords to get new clothes.
I really didn’t know why I hadn’t killed Nial.