"Yes. No. Just...inside me. All the way inside me." She was fighting for her words, having trouble organizing her thoughts, but he knew what she meant as naturally as he knew what it was to breathe. For women, the physical connected to the emotional, down to the spiritual, to the lowest levels. But there was more he wanted, and he was willing to deprive himself to get to it. He wanted to knock her so far into subspace, he'd be the only one who could reel her back in.
Going to the sink in the corner, he filled a bowl with water and picked up soap, a wet cloth. Rolling a small table in front of her, he set the bowl on it and began to wash his cock thoroughly, rubbing it, stroking himself, thinking about whether or not he'd give himself a climax this way first, with her golden eyes trained on the movement of his hands, her lips parted, her expression obviously one of hunger.
"You said...I could do it." She almost whimpered it.
"You will. When I'm done fucking you all the ways I want."
Pushing the basin and table aside, he brought two waist-high T-frames from the corner. Using the track system on the floor, he locked them down a few feet in front of her, spacing them out where he wanted them. He didn't need to measure. Experience and a glance at those long, slender legs told him approximately where they needed to be placed. With the same efficiency, he moved in front of the T-frames, bent and unsnapped the chains holding her ankle cuffs. Sliding an arm under her thighs, he lifted her, reattached each ankle to a frame so she was suspended by arms and legs in a hammock pose. He added the necessary straps to support her head, neck and shoulders. And her hips, so her knees were higher than her head, her ass canted up. She might be vampire, such that she could hang from her wrists and ankles without permanent damage, but he didn't want her distracted by that kind of discomfort.
As he stood between her raised, spread legs, her pussy and ass were gorgeously vulnerable, all his for the taking. They were glistening with her juices, her clit flushed and full, the lube giving the rosebud opening to her ass a slick little sheen. He indulged a nice visual of pumping his cock over her, painting her flesh with his seed as she hung there, helpless. The image was more than enough to send him over the edge, but he clamped down on it.
Retrieving the butterfly stimulator, he put it back on her. As he took his cock in hand to stroke, he reached out and turned it onto its highest setting. "Changed my mind, baby. Want to watch my sub come hard, with not a damn thing you can do to stop it."
Her eyes widened, lips parting. Her gaze flicked to him, a delicious panic, and she started to buck at the sensation, pulling at the bonds.
Her mouth worked in breathless protest, but there was no room for anything but reaction now. He seized the thick rope of her braid, kept his fist tight on it so she had to stare into his impassive face as the climax took her, as her body shook, as a scream broke from her lips. Removing his hand from his cock, he put it on the butterfly, working it against her swollen lips as she writhed and screamed some more. It wasn't enough for him, so he slid two fingers below it, into her spasming tissues, letting her tight pussy clench him.
"Nooo...no..." The words were torn from that coil of need inside her. She wanted this, she didn't want this. She was afraid, she would tear his heart from his chest, she couldn't...she didn't...
"Doesn't matter if you're afraid, and yes, you can. You will, my lady. Do it."
He saw it break free. That coil of emotions exploded over her, overwhelming her, scaring her to the bone even as the climax was taking her over.
She yanked against the bonds, snarled, her fangs elongating, her eyes showing crimson lights. He hung onto her hair grimly, moving with her so he didn't tear out a handful, but he stayed mindful of the teeth because she was thrashing, and clearly looked as if she'd bite a good chunk out of him if she could.
"Easy, my lady...easy."
There was no reasoning with her. The energies around her were a wash of red and gold, colors too bright to do anything other than obliterate quieter emotions in the wave of passion and violence, need and loss of control, and all the emotions that came with that.
Crack!
He jerked his head back, just as the link in the broken chain missed his face by the width of a hair.
SS
She caught his hand, slammed it against the frame, held onto it. Vaguely she was aware of his grunt of pain, but she realized he once again hadn't tried to retreat. He'd increased his banded grip around her waist, which meant he'd bent forward. Letting go of his hand, she snaked her arm around his shoulders, yanking him down to her. As she sank her fangs into his throat, he let her go. But not to fight her. As she swallowed his blood, he reached between them to rip away the stimulator. Then he angled himself and thrust into her, hard enough to make her shudder with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. He wrapped that iron hold around her waist again and pushed deeper, taking from her as she took from him.
His blood was salt and earth, metal and fire. Thinking of everything he'd said about the second mark, every denial she'd made to prevent her from even thinking about it, she embraced the former and ignored the latter. She made another leap of faith.
Against the roar of decades of discipline and good sense, she released the serum of the first mark. The geographical locator. If he was within a couple thousand miles of her, she would know exactly where he was.
And then, since he had roused her ire, she released the second mark behind it.
His body stiffened, because releasing them together was a burn like actual fire, coursing through the veins, licking at the internal organs. It was a warning of what a vampire could truly do to a human if she put her mind to it. If she third marked him, she'd own his soul, could crush it with her mind. It was the ultimate gift a human could give to a vampire, the ultimate surrender of will and choice.
She'd never wanted that from a human. But she'd envied Fran not only the willingness to offer that, but the ability. Garron was fighting through the pain, a light sheen of sweat on his skin, and she wanted to touch those straining muscles, all of them. She stroked and gripped the hard biceps, pectorals, his broad shoulders, all while keeping her mouth locked on his throat. She wanted to drink forever, take his essence into her as if she could hold that part of him that had been able, miraculously, to dominate her for a few precious moments. She'd use it as an elixir to get her through the interminable days and nights that would stretch before her when she left Eden.
His free hand flexed on her buttock, a twitching spasm that helped her recall herself. She retracted her fangs, jerked her head back, knowing her eyes were wild, blood on her lips. She thought Oh, God, what did I do, then she saw his face.
Want to play rough, do you? His eyes were as filled with violent passion as hers were, but the thin look of his mouth, the obsidian glitter of his eyes, the way his silky brows drew down, told her she'd crossed a delicious line, opening up a side of him that might terrify a lesser woman. It only made her crave his aggression. Then she realized she was hearing his voice in her head, at the same second he registered she had.
He reached up, jerked on the clip that had shortened the intact chain holding her other wrist. The increased length gave him enough slack to put her on the floor, him holding her with one arm. Her legs, still cuffed and chained to the T-frames, were now straightened such that her ass was a few inches off the ground. Altering his grip so he cupped it in both hands, he plunged back into her with ruthless intent, the position allowing an even more demanding penetration.
Look at me, Kaela. You look into my fucking eyes.
She saw plenty of things there. Anger, but it was controlled, passionate. He knew she needed his fury. She felt it in his mind. He went up onto his knees, hiking her legs up around him, her hips even farther up
in the air, and started hammering into her, fucking her, taking everything he wanted. It broke open a powerful need inside her, but when she reared up, he planted a hand in the middle of her chest and shoved her back to the floor.
"You stay where I put you, my lady. You're in enough trouble."
Her cunt clamped down on him in reaction to that, but she obeyed. Even though the vicious need and violence were rolling through her, she craved his dominance, no matter that she could turn the tables in a heartbeat. She kept making this a struggle of might over right, which told her just how much she'd embraced the truth of the vampire world over seventeen decades, but it had been necessary, ensuring no one would make her do anything she didn't want to do.
But that wasn't what she wanted here...was it? He'd said it wasn't about physical strength. It was about will, and his will to control and hers to surrender were running neck and neck.
She was mixed up, volatile, not in control again. Fear stabbed her like a needle. She could hurt him badly, because he would no more consider retreat in a fight than she would. She'd seize control only if she took it from his cold, dead fingers.
You closed your mind, my lady. Open it up. You won't hide from me.
It was like opening a gate on an impulse, a frightening whim that could have terrible repercussions. She hadn't trusted anyone like that, not since Jared.
But she did it for Garron.
She opened up, trembling at his anger, at his force, at what he was making her do, at what she was allowing herself to do.
Trust. She couldn't trust. Not because she was a vampire, though there was that. But because she knew what it was to lose trust, to not be able to trust anyone in the whole wide world. She'd seen the ugly side of the soul and couldn't ever forget it, because once seeing that side, she'd known it was possible to find it inside any one, given the proper trigger.