Chapter Twelve
I somehow pulled my gun out and attempted to bring it up to the head of the person dragging me away.
Niallan slapped it away. “What the hell is your problem?”
“Someone just tried to kill me, you assbag.”
He dropped me to my feet and pushed me out the door of the celebration rooms and into the foyer. “You just beheaded two influential vampires in front of all of the castle and two thousand humans!”
Holstering the gun, I shrugged. “They thought it was a show. They’re all drunk and horny anyway. What do they care as long as they get laid and get more of the punch?”
“You should be more concerned about the vampires who just saw you behead an old vampire and her companion—possibly friends of theirs.”
“Then they chose the wrong friends.”
“Don’t be fucking flippant!” He jerked a finger at the room. “Those vampires are going to want retribution.”
I stared him dead in the eye. “That was retribution. They fed me and who knows how many other vampires poisoned blood. Blood, dying blood from laudanum. If the corrupted blood doesn’t get them, the poison will.”
He paused. “Fuck. Why didn’t you lead with that?”
“Because I’m positive Lord Otto and Lord Cato know what the fuck was happening. I didn’t need to tell anyone. They already knew and wanted to see how I would handle it. And, besides, everyone in that room is blood drunk and screwing whatever they could grab!” I tore my arm out of his grip. “I should have done the same. I should have had a nice dick in there, gotten drunk off the blood, and had a good night instead of trying to keep myself sober and rational for my challenge tomorrow.”
My feet pounded hard against the rock ground as I turned to run away from him.
Growling, he caught up with me. “Regardless, you caused a scene in there that didn’t need to happen. If the Overlords knew, then you should have let them handle it. So what the hell is your problem?”
I glanced at him. “Back there? Hortensia. Now? You.”
“What kind of bullshit answer is that?”
“There’s nothing bullshit about it.”
“Are you drunk? Or just this childish?”
I ground my teeth together, a fleeting embarrassing flush staining my cheeks. “I was surrounded by two thousand willing humans! You think I didn’t partake?”
“Didn’t anyone—”
“For shit’s sake, Nial! I’m not childish like you said. I just didn’t expect to have an attempt on my life during the Blood Rite. So, yes, I enjoyed myself.” I growled under my breath, conceding one issue. “Maybe a little too much.”
“You’re a stupid girl, you know that?”
“Go away. I dislike you right now, ’cause you’re an asshole, and I’m probably not even going to find a couch arm to rub off on thanks to this mess.”
“Why the hell would you rub off on a couch arm?” His anger was gone, replaced with confusion.
“Because I’m a candidate, and I’m not just going sit and spin on any old unknown dick that points my way, no matter how blood drunk and horny I am!”
“Are you horny?”
“Oh for—” I started to walk away and then marched right back. “I had one guy come while I was drinking, and I helped another come while my best friend rode him. Do you think I’m horny?”
“You really want to take a ride on a dick, don’t you?”
He was too close, and I wanted him closer. I was disgusted by my reaction to him.
I muttered, “Go away.”
Lifting an eyebrow slowly, he considered me. “You can’t stop thinking about me, can you? That’s why you weren’t screwing anyone in there. You can’t get it out of your head how I shagged your ass in the hall.”
I choked on a laugh and started walking. “Well. That takes care of that. Shagged, my ass.”
He followed, his hands shoved into his pockets. A little smile curved the edges of his mouth as he stared at the ground. Quiet. Oh so quiet.
Sadly, the truth was, I greatly enjoyed his shagging in that hallway. So much so that I hadn’t stopped thinking about it and hadn’t wanted to seek out someone else to satisfy the urge that feeding gave me. It was why I had challenged myself not to find a nice thick erection and ride until my eyes crossed. I also wasn’t going fuck my meals—but no one else had even remotely piqued my interest. Which was a huge problem since I still couldn’t stand this asshole.
“You’re thinking about my dick.”
“Oh, you think about that enough for everyone in the stronghold. You don’t need my help.”
A magical cool breeze tickled my neck, which was one thing, but when it focused in and pinched my nipple, I turned and growled, “Keep your magical mitts off my tits, you shit.”
“She’s a poetess!”
“Fuck off.”
His voice was right in my ear. “I’d rather fuck you.”
With a sidelong glance, I sized him up. The last time was erotic, fulfilling. I was left desperately panting and quite nicely satisfied. And I was still wet and wanting from the Blood Rite. I couldn’t stand this arrogant buffoon, but… he did have a nice cock.
My brows puckered. “Are you offering?”
“If you’re interested in finding a bed and not a hallway.”
“And what if I like fucking in hallways?”
“I’ll have to reconsider my offer and find a hallway.”
Oh. He wanted me. This was an interesting development.
I hummed softly. “Find me a bed, then. And no slashing my clothes off. You wrecked a very expensive bra.”
He magically tweaked my nipple again, but this time, didn’t let go. “I think I can manage that.” The magic continued to caress my nipple, flutters of sensation curling my toes.
I wiggled my shoulders so I didn’t pounce on him right now. “Stop that.”
Grinning, Nial took the lead, his magic finding the second nipple as we walked.
I didn’t mind walking behind him. He had a very nice ass.
His attitude, though, left a lot to be desired.
It took me only a moment to realize we were heading to his bedroom. That was a bold move, but if it meant I wouldn’t be bent against a wall, it was better than the last time. I made myself a quiet little promise that this would be our last time. I needed to find someone else I could tolerate when his dick wasn’t busy doing its duty.
Unlocking the door, and holding it open, Nial invited me into his room. I couldn’t see anything except the clock on the nightstand. He had to have some weird druid bullshit spell going on to keep the room dark. He shut the door behind us, and the dark completely overwhelmed me. It was disconcerting.
As a vampire, I wasn’t used to being robbed of my sight.
Pressing against my back, Nial’s hand took hold of my chin and turned me toward him. His breath passed over my eyes, and the room immediately lightened up, gifting me with the magic to see through his spell—as his magic also kept my breasts entertained.
“Undress, Gwen. I don’t want to waste time doing it for you.”
“Still bossing me around.”
“Do you want to get laid or not?”
“You’re crude.”
“Because asking for a fuck is so haute?”
“Will you stop with my tits? Goddamn it!”
I tried to swat the magical fingers away as I also attempted to unbutton my shirt. The magic stopped there, but a second later, there was a caress on my pussy.
“That better?” I could hear the mocking laughter in Nial’s voice.
“Are you naked yet, Niallan? You talk about wasting time…”
Strutting around in front of me, he provided proof he was, indeed, naked, and already aroused. I had a moment to admire his physique, and he was nicely made.
He caught me looking, and grinned.
“You’re so damn smug.”
“I can smell your sex, Gwen.” He took a stride toward me. “I could smell your sex in the hallway. Are you always this horny, or is this just for me?”
I huffed, stepping out of my pants, finally free of my own clothes. “Blood Rite. Get over yourself.”
Reaching out a hand, he caressed my breast without his magic. “Mm. A perfect handful.”
His cock was reaching for me, and I reached back, wrapping a hand around him. I really wasn’t wasting time, leading him over to his own bed by the erection. I need to get laid, as he said. Most vampires sought a good bed partner at least every night. I was ashamed to admit to anyone, he had been my first out of Rest, and the only one since.
The wretched, amazed state he had left me in the hallway had something to do with that. I’d been pleasured before, I’d had sex before, I’d been fucked before, but what he did to me that day... left me looking at every other eligible male as lacking.
Which really sucked because Nial was an asshole. I need to find another way to get some.
But for now, I had all I needed in the palm of my hand.
I slid my hand over the delightful cock that was ready, willing, and able.
Nial didn’t give me a chance to get on the bed and drag him with me. I found myself horizontal with his very large body nestled between my legs, his mouth on my tit suckling as if his life depended on it.
“Men and boobs.” I sighed. “What is it with that?”
“Tasty, soft,” he mumbled around my nipple in his teeth. “Pliable, fun, sensitive.”
Arching up a little, involuntarily against the press of his mouth, he started a journey that involved licking, nipping, and sucking his way across the valley between my peaks. But as he got to the other breast, I noticed the first wasn’t left alone. The magic fingers were back, and they were working in tandem with his mouth.
This druid with the weird magic was talented in the sex department.
I went with it. I was here, again, and I was getting some. I needed some. It was why I had popped off early. I need more of… Well, of this apparently. More of the druid.
And the sexy play of Nial’s tongue and body over mine was pleasurable, no doubt.
His lips and tongue started a trail to where his body was lodged between my legs. Moving down the bed, inch by inch, he made his way to my pussy and started to kiss and suck and lick the sensitive flesh that hooded my clit. The bright green of his gaze seemed to glow as he caught my eyes in his stare.
I hadn’t realized how clear green they were, or how intense. I allowed myself to keep contact with those eyes until the dance of his tongue and lips pulled me away and made me toss my head back, rolling my eyes in pleasure.
I arched, my shoulders pressing into the mattress in pleasure. The druid knew how to work his tongue. I groaned long and heavy, his mouth grinning against my intimate flesh.
But there was a new, soft heat on the skin of my stomach.
Confused, I peered down/
A warm yellow flame danced on my flesh. My entire being froze.
I was on fire! Fire could kill me—kill the whole stronghold.
Nial reached up, and the fire leapt into his hand as though it were a pet.
It twisted, the fire…pleased with itself.
I bared my fangs. “If you’re trying to scare me, Nial, you did a damn fine job.”
Without moving his mouth off my pussy, he put his hand down on my stomach and let the flames dance off his palm and onto my stomach again. Laying tense beneath him, he traced a finger over my skin, creating a trail for the fire to follow. And it did. It followed him around the flesh of my stomach, up my ribs, over my pearled, excited nipples, and down to the valley of my sex.
Nial controlled it, and its heat on my hot skin was an entirely new level of sexy.
My body melted under the bizarre, intimate attention.
The druid whispered, “Someone likes it.”
I didn’t trust myself to talk, so I nodded instead.
Nial split the flame in two, the little yellow licks of heat racing up my skin and focusing on my nipples, heating them, dancing softly on and over the taut skin.
Shit, I was so bothered. I felt like if anything even remotely sexual happened, I would come.
What happened was more than remotely sexual—it was delightfully so. While I lay there, trying to stay even and keep breathing, I heard a soft buzzing sound. A second later, my curiosity was satisfied when cool, buzzing sensation tickled the entrance to my sex.
A vibrator.
I didn’t know where the hell it had come from, but it merrily buzzed between my legs.
I started to squirm, a lot.
“You like?” he asked, resting his chin on my mons.
The slick silk from my depths glistened on his chin, and that was also wantonly delicious to me. I had to answer, but I didn’t trust my voice at that point. I had a vibrator in my pussy, a tongue on my clit, and magic fire playing with my nipples.
Shit.
It was the only word my brain came close to finding. This was so much better than the random hallway fuck. I nodded at Nial, who immediately went back to licking me to the heights of orgasm.
Come I did, this time, not holding back my scream of pleasure. It echoed off the walls, and I was shocked to hear the heights of pleasure in my own voice. The climax didn’t just disappear this time either. Slowly, Nial coaxed more of it out of me and had my body shaking and sweaty in the throes of delight for close to three full minutes.
Three full orgasmic minutes of mind-numbing climax.
He was above me a moment later, and I hadn’t even realized he’d moved.
The big blunt head of his cock waited at my entrance.
When he leaned down, his breath tickled my neck. “Today, I do not want to fuck your mouth, Gwen. I want to fuck your pussy. You have such a fine, fine cunny to bury my cock in.”
“Do it,” I whispered, trailing my sharp nails over his chest and finding his own peaked nipples. I pinched, and he gasped, shoving into the depth of my sex. He found the end of me, and my body shivered in the not quite pain of him as he seated himself fully into my depths. “Shit, you fill me so well.”
“I hate you so much, Gwen.” Pulling himself back out and thrusting back in, he crushed my breasts as the heat of the little flame disappeared. “I hate what you are, why you want to be Queen. And I especially hate your pussy because it’s the most perfect pussy I have ever thrust my dick into.”
“Shut up, Nial. I’m here for you to fuck me, not make conversation.” I reached up behind me and grabbed the bars of his brass headboard. “I hate you too—so just take what you need, and give me what I’m here for.”
Wrapping his elbows under my legs, he pushed my legs back and up and opened my sex like a flower. Cooled air flowed over me, certain it was helped by Nial’s magic, and heightened the contact of his hot skin slapping and plunging into me.
His cock glided over my clit at this angle—and I was glad for that. I was busy playing with his nipples and getting little purrs and moans out of him as I did. He was rewarded with my bellows and shouts as he continued to try to thrust himself deeper and deeper.
Shit, it felt so good. His delightfully large erection sawed in and out, in and out of my entrance, and I was, strangely, more than happy to lay there and be dominated by this massive male body. His dark skin glistened with a sheen of sex sweat and was magnificent above me.
He closed his glorious eyes and his strokes shortened, harder. I twisted and pulled on his nipple, scraping nails along his chest this time. Popping his eyes open, his gaze bore into mine, burning me with the lust and desire in the bright, green fiery depths.
Shit. He was holding back.
“Come on, you giant asshole, fuck me like you mean it!”
“So wet, so hot,” he managed to grunt. “How does a tiny little thing like you manage to take so much of my cock?”
I grinned, and with a push, rolled us so I was on top of him.
I dropped down hard, my head dropping back. “Oh, fuck! That’s deep!”
He had no answer except a long, guttural moan.
Also, I didn’t care about any inhibitions at that moment.
I was taking my climax out of his perfect, massive cock. I started rocking myself over him, sliding his shaft against my clit as it left and returned to my depths. His erection filled every millimeter of me to bursting.
I dropped myself hard on his cock, over and over.
I squeezed the muscles that caressed him, holding him tight inside my pussy.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” I panted.
Hands found my bouncing breasts, my tight, excited nipples, Erotic sensation passed through me from his calloused hands. I was driving us both to the brink as fast and as hard as I could.
“Keep going, Gwen. God, that pussy is so tight.” He grabbed my hips, shoving his own up into me hard. Again and again. “So damn good. So damn good.”
I squeezed him as I ran up and down his shaft.
He grunted the whole time, each time.
“I’m coming!” There was no stopping it as I shoved him deep inside again.
With an unexpected brush of his finger over my clit, I flew.
The climax took me hard, and I snapped my eyes open, catching his gaze at the moment his own orgasm took hold and rushed his cum up into my willing cunt. I moved, wanting more and more of this penetrating orgasm, unwilling to break the lock of our eyes as we both came together, yet separately.
My body shook as I landed hard on his chest, my breathing labored.
My eyes fluttered as reality settled down onto my shoulders.
I was addicted to the sex with a druid I couldn’t stand.
* * *
He was snoring next to me.
I stared at the ceiling, wide awake, and naked. It felt…good.
Warm. And almost…cozy.
I hadn’t felt this relaxed after sex in a long time. How much of that was the Blood Rite, how much of it was me, and how much of it was the insufferable asshole who had fucked me—I didn’t know.
I did know if he hadn’t fallen asleep while I used the bathroom afterward, I would have climbed back up and taken his dick for another round. Maybe begged him to take me from behind.
Sitting up, I swung my legs off the bed. My reflection caught in a mirror.
I still had the stupid makeup on from the night before. I wanted to laugh, but I had to stay quiet. I grabbed the shift from the floor and dropped it over my head, grabbing the rest of my clothes and carrying them instead of trying to get dressed.
There was no way I could stay here and roll in for the challenge from his room. No way. They already wanted to pair me with him, and I didn’t need to encourage that.
So, naked under my shift, I walked out of his not-nearly-as-dark room into the hallway and made my way back to my apartments through the dozens of drunk bodies in the corridors, sleeping, fucking, giggling—all hung over from the Blood Rite.
I closed the door to my room and sat on the edge of my bed.
The sheer lust and fulfillment he had given me passed through my mind again.
I was instantly soaked for another round with him.
I flopped back.
Different ceiling. Same thoughts.
All these years. Still the same asshole.
I eventually fell asleep.