OwnedbytheNight (2 page)
Authors: Scarlett Sanderson
“Yes, yes, yes…” He surged into her, hot, hard and powerful.
He fucked like he cast spells—intense and commanding. But
not as commanding as she. She was vampire.
His fingernails bit into her hips, the muscles in his neck
corded with tension as he gritted his teeth. The vein beat wildly in his
throat, she could taste his hot, rich, salty blood on her tongue. Her fangs
sprouted forth again, demanding she feed. She could not wait any longer.
She leaned down and her teeth pierced his vein. Blood,
powerful and decadent, burst into her mouth, made her taste buds sing. Power
licked through her nerve endings, filling her body with immense pleasure. His
blood was like a drug.
As she drew from his vein, she heard him roar. A hot
slickness spurted between her thighs as he came on a wave of power and lust.
Clenching her legs, she rubbed against him furiously. Her orgasm engulfed her,
strong and swift. Her pussy spasmed. The heady mix of blood, sex and power
exploded through her system, threatening to drag her into the abyss.
Retracting her fangs, she kissed the pinpricks on his neck,
healing them with her saliva. Her body almost purred with satisfaction. Resting
her head in the crook of his neck, Allegra smiled.
“You promised me.” His voice, scratchy and sated from sex,
echoed into the night air.
She liked his impatience. He’d delivered his end of the
bargain by giving her his blood, now it was her turn to fulfill her contract.
“And I keep my promises.” She bit her wrist, waited as blood
oozed from the welts.
Leaning on one elbow, she looked down, stared into Kyrian’s
gaze. His eyes blazed with lust and intense greed. He craved her power.
She placed her wrist against his lips. “Drink. Take what you
want, Kyrian. Enhance your abilities and become more powerful than you could
ever imagine…”
He gripped her wrist, latched his lips on to her flesh and
drank. Not used to feeding in such a way, he wasn’t as refined as a vampire.
Meaty, wet, sucking noises assaulted her delicate hearing but none of that
mattered. The pull of his lips on her wrist was intoxicating. Giving eternal life
to a creature such as Kyrian made her heart sing with joy. She wouldn’t be
alone anymore, she had a partner, a pet to teach and guide.
Gently, she withdrew her wrist. He tried to stop her,
clenching her hand to him.
She yanked and chastised him. “Now, now, my druid. Too much
will make you very sick.”
He growled.
Allegra patted his cheek. “Trust me.”
She climbed off his body and lay on her side, stroking his
hair as she waited for the change. In some it could be extremely violent but
fortunately it only lasted a few moments.
Kyrian clutched at his throat. Panic entered his eyes. His
body bowed and his muscles snapped taut. A loud groan dropped from his
bloodstained lips. His breathing increased.
“Ssshh. It’ll be over soon. You are strong. So strong.
Breathe through it. It will pass soon.” She punctuated her words with soothing
caresses. She noted the subtle changes in his body. The tiny scars that marred
his skin healed themselves. His mouth opened and fangs sprouted forth from his
gums. With one final roar, he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath,
sweat beading on his skin. For him it would have seemed like an eternity. For
her it was a few moments.
She placed a tender kiss on his forehead. “Welcome to
eternity, Kyrian O’Byrne.”
Chapter Two
The tavern bustled with life. Stonemasons, blacksmiths and
farmers mingled with professional whores, looking for a respite from the harsh
realities of daily life. Wooden tables crammed into every available piece of
floor space. Fires roared at both ends of the small room, adding an almost cozy
atmosphere to the place. Ale flowed. Musicians played dark, somber chants on
their lutes and
vielles
.
Medieval England could be an unforgiving place but the
tavern provided a friendly haven for people seeking comfort. Even if for only a
brief time.
Allegra felt the blood thundering through the humans as it
warmed with mead and the potential promise of sex. From her darkened corner,
she swept her gaze across the room, seeking him. The sight of him stole her
breath.
Kyrian O’Byrne.
Her life partner.
When her gaze met his, a sizzle of heat crackled in the air.
His power recognized hers. For a brief moment, her eyelids fluttered shut as
she drank in the connection between them. Their bond was more than physical—she
could hear his thoughts, feel the excitement as he stroked the neck of the
whore beside him with his fingertips.
Drink from her. Sink my teeth into her
neck. Rip at her flesh. Feel her life force on my tongue. Yes.
Concentrating, she homed in on his emotions. Excitement
bubbled. Tiny sparks of arousal danced across his skin. Blood rushed to his
cock. He itched to drink. Need, lust and power collided. Hunger beat like a
beast in his mind. Smooth, creamy skin rubbed against calloused tips. The
whispers gnawed at him to do it, to sink his fangs into the succulent flesh and
drink until the whore ran dry.
But he wouldn’t. He had so much control over his feeding.
Allegra found his iron will both amusing and arousing. No matter how hungry he
was, he refused to give in to the baser urge of drinking without thought.
A smile curled the edges of her lips into a coy smirk. She
had chosen well. Many newly turned Revenants couldn’t contain the hunger. They
became beasts, savage animals that lived to revel in blood.
“Buy you a cup, wench?”
She snapped her head up to the drunken man who stood before
her. His unkempt hair stuck out at odd angles from his head. His clothes were
unwashed. His toothy smile promised his thoughts were as lewd as his clothing.
A whore might have been afraid of what that smile held. She wasn’t. She could
snap his spine with a twist of her hand but that wouldn’t do in a crowded room
such as this. Drawing attention to herself would only end in disaster.
Instead she smiled back, focused her gaze on his. She sought
out the pathways in his mind, latching on to his emotions, and pushed her will
into his. “You don’t wish to buy me a drink. Move along.” To make the
compulsion stronger, she cast an enhancing spell with a turn of her hand.
The man’s eyes glazed over. The smile dropped from his lips
and he moved away from her table. It wasn’t only Kyrian who had gained powers
from their blood exchange. She’d found her vampiric mind control greatly
heightened, as was her ability to cast minor spells.
As she turned her attention back to her mate, she wrapped
her hands around a cup of mead and lifted it to her lips. At the same time,
Kyrian nuzzled the whore’s neck. The woman giggled as his tongue snaked out and
licked.
Liquid slithered between Allegra’s thighs. She knew exactly
what his tongue felt like against her skin. Warm, wet and inviting. He had a
talented tongue. When his evening feeding was over they would go back to her
dwelling and she would demand his tongue between her thighs, licking the cream
from her pussy.
His lips were next, caressing the skin. His teeth nipped
gently and Allegra watched in rapture. The whore’s breathing hitched. Allegra
could smell her arousal. After all, who wouldn’t be aroused by the druid?
Masculine power and fire wrapped in a pretty package. Oh yes, no earthly woman
could fail to be attracted to him.
His fangs lengthened and so did Allegra’s. She felt the ache
in her own teeth, the rising hunger as he leaned in and pierced the flesh. Hot,
salty blood spurted into his mouth and he drank deeply. Each pull was like the
richest wine on her tongue. Life flowed through his veins and through him into
her. Her cheeks flushed, her nipples peaked.
Kyrian slipped one hand behind the whore’s head, cradling
her to him, while the other snaked down between her skirts. She knew he
strummed the woman’s clit and would bring her to orgasm quickly.
The whore turned her head from his touch. Her mouth gaped
open in a perfectly formed
O
, her eyes scrunched shut and her forehead
furrowed with lines of concentration. She came whispering his name.
Allegra watched as he withdrew his fingers and finished
drinking. He dragged his tongue across the other woman’s skin and sealed the
tiny pinprick wounds with two swipes.
She looked down at her hand. The wet, sticky sensation made
her rub her fingertips together. Raising them to her nose, she sniffed, inhaled
the musky scent of woman.
Kyrian’s gaze found hers. The intense psychic link between
them burned. She saw heat flare behind the midnight depths and shivered with
promise of the night to come.
Rising, Allegra shrugged her cloak over her head. Moving
through the crowd, she avoided any stray hands that tried to caress her body.
She wasn’t for sale. Her prize was waiting for her on the other side of the
room, leaning back in his seat with an arrogant smile plastered on his face.
Nearing his corner, Allegra pulled a few coins from her
skirts and threw them onto the wooden table.
She kept her gaze on Kyrian but spoke to the whore, adding a
hint of compulsion to her voice. “Thank you for your services. Go home and rest
the night. There should be more than enough to cover your expenses.” She waved
her hand as a sign of dismissal and the woman fumbled for the coins before
scurrying off.
“Must you scare the food?” He leaned back, stretched his
arms out on the beam behind him and threw one booted foot onto the table.
Allegra quirked a brow. His cockiness always increased after
a feeding. It was as if he felt invincible.
Poor, deluded druid.
Allegra held no doubt, if it came down to him or her, she
would be the victor. She’d had centuries to hone her skills, to perfect her
abilities. She was stronger than him in many ways and she wasn’t afraid to show
him. In every sense of the word, she was his superior. His Mistress.
She knocked his foot and leaned down. She placed her palms
on the wood and smirked. “You’ve been a good little druid, Kyrian. Now it’s
time to reward your Mistress.”
“Mistress? I see no Mistress here.”
Ahhh, how she loved the game they played.
Moving around to his side of the table, she sucked a
fingertip into her mouth and then trailed it across her generous cleavage,
leaving droplets of moisture in its wake. His heated gaze followed every
movement and she resisted the urge to smile.
“Come outside, druid. Come outside and use your tongue on
your Mistress.”
“Is that a request or an order?”
Was it more of a request than an order? She didn’t know. She
answered as truthfully as she could. “Both.”
She straddled his lap, rubbed her groin against his and
delighted to find him hard and hot against the folds of her pussy.
“Imagine your cock inside my tight, hot, wet cunt. Imagine
me riding you, your cum flowing inside me. Do you want that, Kyrian? Do you
want your tongue inside me, licking me, tasting my cum?” She licked the shell
of his ear.
He shivered in response. His hands flew to the cheeks of her
ass and gripped her to the point of pain. She felt wild and inherently feminine
yet completely and utterly in control. He was hers to do with as she pleased.
“Come with me, Kyrian. Now.”
Slipping her hand into his, she disengaged herself from his
lap. Walking toward the exit, she glanced over her shoulder. Kyrian’s eyes were
glazed over with lust. She loved his midnight-blue eyes, the way they were
framed with such delicate lashes. On any other man they may have looked
feminine, but with a body like his—toned, tanned, fierce—no one would ever make
the mistake of calling him feminine.
Entering the alley at the back of the tavern, she heard his
footsteps behind her. Allegra whirled on her mate, pressed her lips to his and
forced his body against the wall. Her hands roamed through his hair, tugged his
face close as she explored his mouth.
Kyrian was just as needy. His fingers, frantic yet skilled,
clawed at the heavy material of her skirts. Bunching them, he groaned as his
fingertips skimmed over her curves.
He switched their positions, backed her body against the
brick, cradled her head so it didn’t collide with the hard surface.
Tenderness softened his features. He whispered her name with
reverence. “Allegra. Allegra.”
She couldn’t face this emotion. She didn’t want him to admit
what was written on his face. She wanted to fuck.
Bouncing up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yes,
yes, Kyrian. Touch me, want me, fuck me.”
She whispered words of encouragement, urging him on. His
fingers found her pussy, delving inside, scraping her clitoris. Allegra bit her
lip and sighed. He knew just how to touch her, how to make her come.
But she didn’t want to come like this, on his fingers. She
wanted to come on his tongue so he could taste his Mistress, taste the woman
who was his life mate.
Pushing on his shoulders, she dropped her legs from his
waist.
The tenderness was gone, lost in a blaze of lust. His eyes
burned into hers, his voice throaty as he said, “Tell me what you want,
Allegra. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Your tongue, I want you to use your tongue to make me
come.”
Dropping to his knees, he bunched the material of her skirts
up once again. He didn’t go straight for her pussy. That was where most men
failed—they went straight for the sweet spot.
Not Kyrian. He was more skilled than that. Instead he rubbed
a stubbled cheek against her thigh. His breath tickled. His teeth nibbled
gently across her sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
She knew just how much damage he could do with those fangs
but he didn’t bite down.
Occasionally, his tongue teased her opening, only to retreat
and be replaced with languid licks across her folds. On and on his gentle
ministrations went. Slow, soft kisses blurring her senses, driving her insane
with need. Cream gushed, drenched his face and her thighs.