Nectar: DD Prince (3 page)

“Yes?” he asked expectantly, a wry gleam in his eyes.

“I do
not
consent.”

She couldn’t think of what else to say. She knew after what had transpired so far that she couldn’t likely physically fight him off without a weapon but maybe she could reason with him. She had to at least try.

“Consent?” he raised his brows.

“I don’t consent to this. Don’t you need my permission?”

“That’s permission to enter your house, not enter your….you.” He tilted his head and gave her a cocky smile, “And that’s one of the many vampire legends that are myths. I don’t need permission … for anything.”

“You gonna kill me?”

“Haven’t decided yet,” he said without pausing for thought.

The air seemed to almost visibly thicken between them. She had to stall to try to figure out how to get out of this situation.

“How reassuring,” she mumbled, then continued, “But why me? And why did you say something is,” she held her fingers up in mock quotes, “off” with me?”

“I might.”

“Might what?” she tilted her head at him.

“I might have to kill you. And you’re stalling,” he said, tilting his head the opposite way.

She started to tremble harder. She folded her arms across her chest and let out a deep breath to try to steady herself.

“Wouldn’t you try to stall if you were about to be killed?”

“Hmmm, I suppose,” he smirked, “You see, I’d only planned to fuck you, and bite you, of course, but now I have a dilemma.” He leaned forward, stone serious, and spoke slowly and expressively, “There’s something off here because I’m typically able to put women into a very compliant state … effortlessly. They look into my eyes, become mesmerized, and let me have my…wicked,” his icy blue eyes twinkled, “wicked way with them. Then afterwards… they just forget.” He shrugged, licked his lips, and then continued, “But you... little cherry bomb, with the feline eyes; you’re not being very compliant. I haven’t been able to mesmerize
you
.  And I’m usually very good at that. What does that mean?”

Kyla shook her head, “Don’t know.”

“Hmm. As refreshing as it might be to wrestle with you some more and have some
real
fun,” he moistened his lips and eyed her hungrily, “you might not forget. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be out there with the memory of me. It could complicate things.” He tucked a stray lock of dark curls that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. She winced at his touch but felt like there was static still connecting his fingers to her skin. She stared at his fingertips for a second, processing the sensation.

“I’m not sure I have time for complications right now,” he said, then added, “So, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” He looked at his fingers as if he’d felt something, too.

Her scalp prickled. The handsome guy leaning way too close to her was not what he seemed, probably by design. Her armour was up and she was determined to not let it drop because he was good-looking (vast understatement!).

“What’s the easy way? How do I stay alive?”

“If you want easy, just lay back and enjoy. If you want hard, fight some more,” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, “Gotta be honest, cherry bomb, I think I’d prefer hard.” He lifted the tip of her long ponytail and wrapped it around his fist and gave a gentle tug. He raised one brow at her, “But easy or hard, I can’t make any promises about the ‘stay alive’ bit.”

“You do this often, do you?” she glared at him, “Have sex with and then kill women?”

He shrugged and took a whiff of the hair in his hand. “I don’t usually kill them.”

Usually? How many had he killed?

She tried to process what he was telling her.  She wasn’t in a trance and that was a perceived complication. This lack of a trance could mean the memory of him after his drinking her blood and, err…sex he was worried that, what, that she’d reveal it? As if anyone would even believe her.

She shook her head, “Listen; here’s a plan B to consider. Why don’t you just blindfold me and take me outside, down the road, and then let me go. I won’t know where you had me.”

She swallowed and then continued, talking very quickly, “and I won’t tell anyone that I was abducted and held by a vampire. I don’t have to die. You don’t have to kill me.”

He stared at her thoughtfully.

“But,” she added, “Even if I did say anything, which I wouldn’t, but even if I did people would just think I’m crazy.” She laughed nervously, “Vampires? Cra-aazy” She threw her arms up in the air animatedly and then drew air circles around her ears, “No complications.”

He snickered, leaned back, giving her more space but not letting go of her hair, and then said, “No complications.” He pursed his lips and fingered the cleft on his chin with his index finger.

He really did have a very chiseled, rugged, sexy face.

Forget the face, Kyla!
She exhaled, feeling hopeful.

“Nice sales technique,” he said.

“Survivor,” she replied, with conviction.

“Noted. But there’s a problem.” He leaned forward and started to pull that fist that held her hair toward him slowly so that she had no choice but to rise up until her back arched and she had to support herself on her elbows. He stopped when their mouths were just centimetres apart.

Kyla wished her heart would slow down. It was beating so wildly it was actually painful, bruising her chest, echoing in her ears.

She shook her head as if to ask, “What?”

He took a whiff of her hair on his fist and then in a sexy deep voice he said, “I’m dying to find out what a feisty little firecracker like you tastes like.”

He let go of her ponytail and she dropped back onto the pillows.

Her stomach clenched and her knees went to jelly. The scent coming off him was sweet, desserty, mouth-watering, and it washed over her. Her breath hitched and she decided that it was a good thing she was horizontal.

Wait, what? No; horizontal was bad, very bad.

She tried to rise up. He stopped her with a gentle push on her shoulder. How could she be so petrified and feel so, so… what? Turned on? Was his mesmerizing thing starting to work? Weren’t vampires inherently designed to have powers of seduction? This guy’s voice, his aroma, his demeanour…the whole package was laced with sex. What on earth was sexy, though, about biting her and then tasting her blood?

“You see,” he continued, “You’ve piqued my curiosity. I got a whiff of you and you smell delicious.”

She pushed ‘
So do you
’ out of her head --- well, tried to. She caught a whiff of jelly donuts or something, something with powdered sugar and berries. He must be messing with her senses. Plus she’d forgotten to eat today so she was probably just starving.

“So,” he moved forward and grabbed her hand, “We’ll see what happens” He rubbed his thumb across her fingers and then touched his lips and the tip of his tongue to the back of her hand.  She felt fiery inside. His eyes were dancing with flirtatiousness; his hands were strong and warm. So were his lips. She frowned.
Weren’t vampires supposed to be cold?

He continued, “So…we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You could co-operate or you could
not
co-operate and then…then I get to have some
real
fun.” He smiled, flashing fangs at her quickly. They quickly disappeared. He kissed her knuckle. She gasped and snatched her hand back.

He seemed suitably impressed with his ability to make her gasp.

“Either way,” he shrugged, “Same result. You see, delicious-smelling Kyla Spencer, you were brought to me tonight as a gift.  It’s a special night. Kinda like an anniversary and it’s also my birthday. And I just got some big news. So there are a few reasons to celebrate.
This
…” his eyes swept over her, “is how I celebrate.” He was looking at her expectantly, a smile playing on his lips and a gleam in his eye.

“Uh, Happy Birthday,” she said after a long silence. It was almost a question.

He smiled, “Indeed. Thanks to you. And it’d be rude of me to refuse a gift that was chosen especially for me, don’t you think? So. Now. How’s this thing gonna go? Easy or hard?” He winked, looked slowly and hungrily up and down her body and then drummed his fingers on his cheek.

She didn’t know what to do. Should she try to pretend to be under his spell? Should she cooperate to move things along and hope that he’d let her go? He let go of her ponytail and folded his arms.
How do I stay alive?

“Try hypnotizing me again,” she used her phone sex operator voice, a voice she and her old high school friends had tried on for jokes on more than one occasion, the voice she used when she was dealing with a douchebag at the bar and was about to knock him down a few pegs. “Try harder. Maybe it’ll work. Then you won’t have to hurt me. Easy peasy. We’ll both get what we want in the end.”

“Hmmm.” He leaned forward and stared deep into her eyes, making her tingle all over. She could barely breathe while he was staring at her like this. She could feel something magnetic in his eyes, like it was pulling her in. She still had her faculties but couldn’t deny that there was a pull happening. He smelled so fucking good.

“Did it work?” He looked thoroughly amused, “Are you ready to be my birthday present?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, “What would you like me to
be
for your birthday?” It sounded so awkward coming out of her mouth, even in her phone sex voice. She wished she could snatch it back. This wouldn’t work. Kyla knew that unless it was a prank call she sucked at lying. Because she sucked at lying she couldn’t play poker, couldn’t fool anybody --- not in person when they could see her eyes, which were an open book that showed her true emotions. Everything she felt became evident in her eyes. Another reason to avoid emotion. Heat rose in her cheeks.

He rolled his eyes, clearly cognisant of her botched attempt at pretending, and leaned in and flicked the nape of her neck with his tongue. She shuddered.

Then he looked thoughtful for a moment, “Hmm, I get easy peasy every day. I don’t want that. I know what I
do
want;
be
yourself. But…” he licked his lips and then leaned so close his lips were almost touching hers, “I want you to scream my name when you come.”

Her chin might as well have hit the floor. She gaped at him, gobsmacked, and surrounded by the scent of fresh strawberries dipped in melty chocolate.

“It’s Tristan,” he added, looking pleased with the effect of that line on her.             

Nope, she couldn’t fake the trance thing. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t just lay there while this man, err monster, had sex with her and then drank her blood.

“This is
so
not happening,” she said and then she tried to get up. He caught her arm and then pinned her to the bed.

Suddenly he was on top of her and he had her face in his hands. He searched her eyes, his breathing was heavy, his look carnal, “Oh, it
so
is. You are quite a birthday present. I guess this is gonna to be
hard
then, is it? I get the impression you like to do things the hard way. I’m okay with that. It’s a nice change.”

He’d rotated his hips each time he said the word
hard
, grinding his crotch into her, showing her he was more than prepared for hard, and then he rubbed his thumb across her lower lip and leaned in close and sucked on it for a beat, "See? Hard already.”

“No!” she cried out, pulling her bottom lip back in and turning her head away, “Don’t rape me.” She hoped to startle him with her words so he’d stop and reconsider. She ignored the fact that her lips and, in fact, her whole body were tingling.

He seemed to be taken aback but not enough to move out of her personal space, “I’ve never had to rape. It’s always very consensual. Be open to this. You’d might as well since you’re not going anywhere for the moment.  I’m good at it…promise.” The tip of his nose was in the crook of her neck now.

“If they’re hypnotized it’s not consensual, you asshole!” she spat.

He leaned back a little and laughed, “I suppose that’s true…Never thought of it that way.”

“I’m, I’m a virgin. Please don’t do this to me,” she lied.

He scoffed, “I wish. But not likely.”

She frantically searched her brain for a reply, having trouble concentrating due to his close proximity, the feel of his warm breath on her, the sweet scent of him filling her nostrils, and the fear that pulsed in her veins.

“Pretty sure you’re not,” he said. Goose bumps rose on her skin.

“I can tell by the way your body is responding to me,” he continued, “Even though you’re not mesmerized, you
are
responding to me. Nice to know I’ve still got it.”

He inhaled deeply, like he smelled a burnt offering in the air, burnt especially for him, “And, even if you
were
a virgin, what makes you think that would make a difference? I’m an evil vampire. We don’t ask; we take. We eat virgins for breakfast, or haven’t you heard?” He ran his palm up her arm and then caught her breast in his hand.