Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(90)

No, no she wouldn’t think about that now. She wouldn’t dwell on the utterly depressing thought that now after she’d killed Arcadia she had nothing to live for. Revenge had been the driving force of her life for so long that she was floundering without something to anchor her. She needed more, knew Sargon would mate her in an instant if she’d allow it, but she knew that when they mated, Sargon would know the extent to which she feared him, and it would break his heart. Her Maker had never been anything but kind to her, done nothing to deserve her distrust, but she’d been psychotic when they met, so her first impressions of him weren’t very good. How he saw past the feral killer that she’d become to the humanity hidden beneath the pain she’d never know, but when he’d broken Arcadia’s bond and fed her his blood, Sargon had managed to rescue the tattered remains of her humanity.

Sargon was so sexually dominant that he demanded complete submission from his bed partners, something she just couldn’t give him without her fear coming into play.

The low rumble of Tyler’s groan pulled her back to the present, and she smiled against his skin, scoring him gently with her fangs. She paused at Tyler’s lower ribs, nibbling on them then smiling when he tensed and squirmed. Dragging her fangs down his torso, she looked up at him and thoroughly loved the hard, demanding stare he was giving her. The need to please him tingled over her senses, and she sighed against his skin. Tyler was one of those men who had been born to be in charge, to be the master of his own destiny through sheer willpower. He was almost as strong mentally as a vampire, and she found herself submitting to him with ease.

While she’d had many, many sexual partners during her time on Earth, in the vampire world, a pairing always took on a dominant and submissive vibe. It wasn’t full-on BDSM, but rather an acknowledgment of the greater predator. There had been very few times she’d allowed herself to be with a male vampire who was capable of dominating her. She didn’t trust many people that much, and she’d never been with a human who could make her kneel before him as subdued as any servant that had ever lived to please a stern master.

“There’s my sweet girl,” he said as he stroked the top of her head. “Now open my pants, take my cock out, and lick the head. You’re going to deep throat me, and when you come, I want you to gently bite the base of my cock, just enough to break the skin, and take what you need. My cum and my blood.”

She swore her * quivered at his words, and she stared up at him, befuddled that he would know one of a vampire’s favorite ways to feed. “How do you know that?”

He growled at her. “Open my f*cking pants and suck my dick like a good little girl, now.”

Obeying without thought, overwhelmed by his will, she made short work of his jeans, shredding them from his body with her bare hands. Her display of strength obviously didn’t bother him because when his cock was freed and the last of the denim fluttered to the ground, his long, thick length, at least a good eight and a half inches, pointed straight at her face. She let out a soft coo of happiness that had Tyler laughing. That laughter abruptly cut off as she did as he’d demanded, swallowing him all the way to the root of his cock.

A mortal woman wouldn’t have been able to do that without great difficulty—he was very thick—but Lisabetta hadn’t been mortal in a long time, and she knew how to please a man. Rubbing the underside of his cock with her tongue, she slowly slid him in and out of her throat, pausing to swallow around him. Every time she did that he’d make a rough grunt, and his thick thighs would tense.

She ran her hands over his legs, enjoying the slight friction of his hair against her palms. When he buried his hands in her hair and began to plunge in and out of her mouth like she was his own personal sex toy, her * spasmed just short of a climax. Her moan got choked off by his cock as she surrendered to him, loving the rough side of him that was coming out.

His growled out, “Touch that hot *. Bet it’s dripping wet for me. Being used like this gets you so f*cking hot.”

Slipping her fingers between her legs, she found that she was indeed soaked. While she wished it was Tyler’s hands between her legs, she knew how to touch herself just right, and soon her orgasm was a breath or two away. Her hips rocked against her busy fingers while he continued to f*ck her mouth, demanding that she suck harder, faster, that she please him.

He stiffened, his cock impossibly hard between her lips, before he thrust himself down her throat all the way, his pubic hair tickling her face. “Lisabetta, take what you need, bella.”

The pulse of the thick vein against her tongue drew a snarl from her, vibrating his dick while her fangs sank the slightest bit into Tyler’s shaft. He yelled out his release, saying her name over and over again while she sucked his cum and blood. Goodness he tasted delicious, a sweet and coppery flavor that tasted almost as good as her Maker’s blood. After swallowing down every drop of seed he had to offer, he pulled out with a long, groaning noise that made her smile. The coagulates in her saliva quickly healed the shallow scrapes on his still hard shaft, and she leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on the tip before smiling up at him.

Instead of smiling back, he leaned down and picked her up before throwing her onto the bed in a violent move that made her desire flicker back to life. He snarled at her when she tried to roll off the bed, and for a moment, she swore he gave her a bestial growl that only another vampire was capable of, but he was human. There was nothing supernatural about this man that somehow had enchanted her.