Night's Templar: A Vampire Queen Novel (Vampire Queen Series Book 13) (56 page)

Kel leaned in and kissed him, sliding an arm around Uthe’s waist to draw him closer and press thigh to thigh with him, his palm flattening against Uthe’s back. When he teased Uthe’s fang with his tongue, Uthe resisted the urge to pierce and draw blood. Lust and hunger started to rise together. Kel dropped a hand to grip his buttock. “I like that you restrain yourself until I bid you take from my vein.”

“It is only courteous,” Uthe teased him, with a spark in his eye. Kel’s hand tightened to bruising strength. “And you seem overly fond of grabbing my ass these days.”

“Because I see it as mine and I do enjoy touching my possessions. And
only
courtesy, Varick? I think not.”

Uthe shifted, not expecting the sudden insertion of the crop between his testicles and the crease of his inner thigh. Kel levered the shaft up to put pressure on the joining point. His mouth got a set look that had Uthe’s cock stiffening and increased the force of love and want in his heart.

“Say it,” Keldwyn said softly.

“I restrain myself because I obey my Master’s will.” Uthe’s voice was hoarse. In this secluded cottage, all the things they could do with one another, all the things Keldwyn could do to him, were far closer and even more real.

Kel slid the crop free. “I like you in these hose, my lord,” he said. “I like you better in them without the tunic. Take it off.”

He did. Keldwyn placed his palm on Uthe’s chest, holding him place as his gaze roved down over the blatant erection now revealed, straining against the cloth. “You find hose immodest, don’t you?”

“They are more revealing than what I usually wear.”

“Be grateful I allow you to wear the tunic over them except when we are together. Though it might be advantageous to wear them with a short-tailed shirt next time you want to distract the Council members into agreeing with me.”

“First you must present a point with which I agree, my lord. A rare occurrence.”

Keldwyn gave him a dangerous smile. “Push the hose down to your knees. Show yourself to me.”

Uthe complied, heat pumping through him. The cool air inside the cottage touched his hip bones, his buttocks. Stepping forward, Kel gripped Uthe’s cock, working it in firm strokes. The decisiveness of the action, the deftness of his touch, had Uthe grabbing the Fae Lord’s biceps to balance himself, his lips parting and stretching in aroused response.

“Let your fangs extend to their full length. I want to see the beast come out entirely. No holding back.”

Keldwyn had realized the effect unsheathing fangs had on a vampire. Since feeding always connected to the lengthening of the fangs, over time, bloodlust responded to the act, whether or not blood was being offered. Uthe’s organ twitched in Kel’s grasp as his fangs curved over his bottom lip. Keldwyn’s eyes glowed at the sight in the semi-darkness. “Take all of it off now.”

He stepped back and watched Uthe strip. When Uthe stood before him naked, Kel prowled around him, examining him from every angle. Uthe hadn’t ever been appraised in such a proprietary manner. His cock became thicker and harder, his blood coursing through his veins and heart like a tingling hot spring he could feel in every nerve ending. They pressed eagerly against the inside of his skin, wanting touch, contact. Penetration. Kel’s fingertips whispered over his ass.

“I like looking at you like this, Varick. I haven’t used much magic on you, but I could freeze you in place for hours, pleasure myself in so many ways upon your body. I would make you come again and again. When at last I was done and released you from the spell, I would catch you in my arms, because you would have no strength left. You worry that with the third mark you could tear apart my soul.” He pressed against Uthe’s back, his fingers sliding between his buttocks to tease his rim. “With the magic I have, I can do that to you with almost no effort. But we both show restraint, don’t we? We want inside one another’s souls, to cherish, to plunder, but never to destroy.” His breath was a heated tease along Uthe’s shoulder. “Except to destroy any thought of ever considering another Master but me.”

Uthe closed his eyes as Keldwyn pressed his mouth to his shoulder. “So it begins with a bite, does it not? I take some of your blood first.”

Uthe shuddered, a groan escaping his lips as Keldwyn bit deep with his sharp canines. He could feel the ache in his own as Keldwyn drew deep, his body against Uthe’s back, the urgent strength of it. Keldwyn alternated the sucking pressure with sweeps of his tongue, his hands gliding over Uthe’s arms, the flexing biceps, the corded forearms.

“You are beautiful, Uthe. Far more handsome than you’ve ever realized. Your body an unrelenting terrain, battle ready, yet so sensitive to touch, to stimulation.” Kel brought his hands back up, this time leaving a small cushion of space between his palms and Uthe’s arms. The sweep of heated magic ignited the nerve endings even further, and Uthe’s cock convulsed.

“I can do that, too,” Keldwyn murmured. “I can bring you to climax until you’re near death—your body overtaxed, your heart ready to explode in your chest, your cock staying just as erect after every orgasm. I can keep you in such mindless, blissful agony without even touching you, but I would never deny myself that pleasure. Or torment you so far, though it intrigues me how your body and mind respond to such a threat. You want me to push you, Varick. The way you push yourself past endurance for your God, that is how much you want a lover to demand from you, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Uthe growled. He wanted to fight, to surrender, to give pleasure, all to relieve the agony of want and yearning inside him that Kel was building higher and higher.

“Then go there.” Kel turned him toward the recesses of the room. A filtered light made up of gleaming motes illuminated the back wall, showing Uthe an array of wooden vines sprouted from the stone and tangled together. “Stand against the wall, facing it. Spread your legs shoulder width apart, and lift your arms.”

Uthe moved to the spot. The particles of light slid across his skin as he came closer. They left a trail of fire, a heated glow. Another stabbed his thigh and he jerked in reaction. “They can give you every sensation of the earth I can command,” his diabolical Master said. “The prick of a thorn, as you just felt. The sting of a nettle, the teasing tickle of a dandelion, the scrape of bark. You will not be able to anticipate which comes next.”

He had never trusted anyone like this. Uthe lifted his arms, spread his legs. The wooden vines immediately wrapped themselves around his arms from wrists to armpits, stretching his limbs out straight to either side of him and pressing his chest against the wall. The other vines did the same from ankles to thighs.

Kel stepped up behind him, reached around and found Uthe’s cock, adjusting it to an upright position so the inflexible length of it was against rough stone. “Keep it pressed against the rock that way.”

Then he moved back and struck Uthe with the riding crop in the center of his back.

Uthe flinched, not expecting the strike. It wasn’t overly painful, but it shimmered through his nerve endings in a provocative way. Kel did it again, and this time it was like being struck by a barbed lash. A grunt caught between his teeth when the tip yanked at his flesh as the whip pulled away, though he didn’t feel a trickle of blood. A very real illusion. Kel purred in masculine appreciation. “You should see the way your muscles in your shoulders and ass flex when I do that.”

He kept doing it, rubbing his hands over the offended places when he left imagined welts. The harder he struck, the more Uthe’s body became rigid with need, blood pooling into his loins, his testicles drawing up at the stimulation. Keldwyn, seeing it, alternated the strikes between teasing, flirting and painful, until Uthe had slashes of heat and feather light echoes of sensation all over back, ass and thighs.

All those secret dark fantasies about penance involving the lash came to the surface, deliciously tangled with other reasons he’d longed for them. The pleasures of punishment, which allowed a release of thought and care in full surrender to the one wielding the scourge.

The vines were drawing up, lifting him off his feet and away from the wall. Another vine wrapped itself around his throat and forehead, holding his head arched back as his legs were drawn further up, bending his knees. He was tilted until he was swaying in a basket hold, his knees spread and pressed up against his rib cage, arms out to his sides. Keldwyn came out of the shadows toward him. The Fae had stripped off his own shirt and was only in his tight, laced leggings. He was pure sin from head to toe, with his cruel mouth, fathomless eyes, beautiful hair and hard body.

Then the wooden vines wrapped around Uthe’s eyes, closing them. He jerked as what felt like a handful of those light motes landed on cock and testicles and began to prick and heat, sliding down toward his anus. A curse slipped from his lips, his heart squeezing up in a kind of terror as Keldwyn made it clear just how helpless he was.

“I know your Lord is your salvation in all ways, my lord Uthe,” the Fae Lord said conversationally. “But when I bring you to this room, now and in the future, there is only one way to salvation. Through my will. And who am I?”

Had Kel known taking his sight would make it easier? “You’re my Master here on earth,” Uthe croaked. “In this room, your will is the only will that matters.”

Kel paused. He obviously hadn’t expected more than a one-word answer, but Uthe had so much happening inside him right now, he wasn’t willing to rein any of it back. So many things had commanded his passions for so long. He wanted Kel to be the center of those passions when it was like this between them. Had Kel intended that result, or was it a pleasurable surprise to them both?

The crop hit his vulnerable testicles, his unprotected cock. Uthe jerked, yanked, and danced in his bonds. “Agh…” He almost strangled on his own tongue as Kel slid a slick finger inside his rectum and probed. He had some of those mote things on his finger, apparently, because Uthe’s channel caught fire in a heated, crazy way that had his cock twitching further. His body was lifting as much as it was able. With every movement he made, a vine came in to quell him, until he realized Keldwyn was stimulating him for that purpose. He intended to completely immobilize Uthe, as he’d stated earlier. When he gave the Fae Lord the third mark, it would emphasize this was no vampire-servant relationship. Not now, not ever.

His Master embraced pride. He was arrogant, Dominant. And his heart belonged to Uthe.

Kel slid his knuckles along Uthe’s cock and trailed them up his stomach. As he moved around Uthe, the vines adjusted so he was dropped back, his body tilted so his raised and spread knees were higher than his head. The vine around his neck tightened, arching his head back further. Kel put two fingers in Uthe’s mouth, making him open. He teased Uthe’s fangs until Uthe bared them in warning, his animal nature rising to the top, as Kel intended. Kel was pushing against Uthe’s own Dominant instincts, forcing them to give way.

A vine slid under his fangs and out the other side, curving up to open Uthe’s mouth wider until he thought his jaw might crack. Keldwyn pushed his cock into that heated cavern, pressing it against Uthe’s tongue to avoid the fangs. He insinuated himself all the way to the back of Uthe’s throat, his corona rubbing against the flat of Uthe’s tongue.

“Play your tongue over me, Varick,” he commanded. “Get me slick with your own mouth.”

It took effort and concentration with half his mouth restrained, but Kel wasn’t in a hurry. When he at last slid free and the vine released Uthe’s mouth, his fingers caressed Uthe’s lips. Uthe kissed his Master’s fingers, sucking on them one by one until Kel took them away. The vines raised him to that basket position again. Keldwyn pressed in between his spread thighs, fitting his cock against Uthe’s rear opening beneath the fall of his heavy testicles. Uthe’s cock was taut, a line of moisture at his navel telling him the pre-come oozing from the glans had smeared against his belly.

Uthe grunted as Keldwyn pushed through the outer ring of muscles. He brought his body so close to Uthe’s that Uthe’s cock was mashed between them, against Kel’s muscled abdomen. He felt the pressure on the vines as Keldwyn used a tight hold on them to finish penetrating him to the hilt. His fingers overlapped Uthe’s forearms.

Uthe couldn’t move at all, and it was overwhelming, an excruciating paralysis. He let out an anguished sound as the vines wrapped around his cock and balls, cinching them tightly, rough tree bark embedding itself in tender flesh.

“A reminder that your climax belongs to me. Your thoughts, your desires, all of them are submissive to mine right now. And you only grow harder as I torment you. Ah, Varick, you are not making this easy on yourself. If I’d known earlier you would respond this way, I would have had you long before this.”

Think I would have been that easy, my lord?

He couldn’t form the words, all the sensory overload paralyzing his vocal chords, but Keldwyn’s mind and thoughts slid around his, as much of an erotic restraint as the vines on his flesh.
Not at all. Which is exactly why you would have been that much more of a temptation. The tastiest meat comes from the hardest quarry to run to ground.

As Keldwyn pushed in again, his mouth captured Uthe’s, a branding kiss. Turning his head, he brushed his lips along Uthe’s jaw, his temple. He stretched up so his cock pressed in deeper and his throat was against Uthe’s curved fangs. The vines swayed with their movements.

“I want your third mark, vampire. Give it to me now.”

Uthe bit, and nearly came from the pleasure of doing that, especially since Keldwyn reacted by beginning to thrust rhythmically, punctuating each deep plunge with the command in his mind.
Do it. Now.

Uthe drank several swallows of the Fae’s rich blood. When he felt it sizzling through his system, he released the third mark serum. As pleasurable as his marking of Mariela had been, it was nothing like this. It was as if the vibrant blue serum shot through the Fae’s veins and turned into blue fire in both their minds. It was the color surrounding starlight, the one found in the night and dawn skies, at every layer of the ocean. The connection between their minds expanded, larger and larger, and then split open, an explosion of images and feelings that made everything their bodies were feeling all the more acute.