Page 81 of Vampire's Choice

The force behind the words, the message it sent, had a powerful effect. He felt it through her trembling torso and thighs as she positioned the mouth of her sex on his cock. He angled it for her with a hand curled around the base, and then she was pushing down on him, those lovely buttocks flexing, quivering, as she made it to the hilt. She had a gorgeous ass, smooth, tight, with the right sweetheart shape. She paused, gasping, shuddering.

His voice was thick. “I didn’t tell you to stop. Fuck me, Ruth. Earn your pleasure. You get no free passes from me.”

That little whimper in her throat again, a curl of her lip, an intriguing half snarl. Then she was moving again. Up, down, up, down. The bliss of it worked through him. It was time. No more hesitation.

Either he was being unbelievably stupid, or they were doing something meant to be.

He opened himself to it, the sexual energy spiraling from her, that had spiked as he commanded her. The first touch of it was indescribable, the unique, pure uncompelled taste of the woman he was using for nourishment.

Who was offering herself for his nourishment. He gathered it in, watching her spine arch, her buttocks tuck in, lift, her breasts pushed against the forest floor, fingers still seeking purchase. Putting his hands on her waist, he took over, bringing her down on him, lifting her up the length of his cock and bringing her down again. Increasing speed and force, once again showing her just how helpless she was against his strength. The right kind of helpless. She’d offered, wanting that, and he’d taken. Given.

As he expected, the lesson increased her sexual arousal, her desire to serve. He wanted a full, fucking Thanksgiving feast, as other Circus members celebrated it, while he stood on the periphery, his hungers never abating. Never full.

“Tell me what I am, Ruth. What do you want me to be?”

A pause. This was a stumbling block, so he said what also needed to be said.

“If you could trust me, if you could have what you wanted, if I could be what you wanted, what would I be?”

He leaned over her, bringing her up against his chest with an arm banded over her breasts as he thrust into her. Pushing against her slim thighs, he spread them wider, taking her deeper, higher. Her energy was feeding him through his very pores, and when she spoke, it was dessert and the main entrée in the same shot, the best possible wine accompanying them.

“Master.”

“Whose Master?”

“M-mine.”

“Yours. I would own you, Ruth. Every thought and feeling mine to know. Every beat of your heart.”

Every moment of her life his to enjoy. Honor. Protect.

He didn’t say it out loud, but just like him making her say the words that increased her sexual energy to that feast level he sought, him thinking the words increased his intent to feed from her very soul.

He was in new territory, and he wasn’t sensible enough not to drown himself in it. In her.

“Yes,” she whispered, and tears were trickling over his knuckles, her curtain of hair brushing them.

He took her back to the ground, pressing her there while pushing himself deeper. He was causing discomfort, but drawing pain from her in service to his pleasure motivated her. She could handle pain. She’d proven it for the wrong reasons. He'd have her prove it for the right ones.

“Take, my lord,” she whispered. “Take everything you need. Take…it all. Please don’t stop. Please.”

She’d added the please. Remembering she couldn’t command him.

He could feel her body drawing on deeper reserves. Physical reserves to serve his hunger, and his hunger was spreading out, growing, taking every grain from the field, every apple from the tree, everything he’d denied himself for far too long.

The normal alarm bells went off, but instead of reining them in, he took the risk and ignored them, pushed past. Brought her up close to climax, again and again, not letting her go over, feeding on that energy as it grew richer, denser. When he finally tipped up the glass and found the bottom, she was still with him. Her cries weak, her body limp in his grasp.

But she was alive.

He let himself release, clasping her against his body, taking them into the air and pumping into her with the use of his wings. She’d seemed to love that before, and as she rested in his arms, her head dropped back against his. “Please…” she begged in a near whisper.

“Please what?”

“Please…Master.”

He put his hand on her clitoris, and gave it the heated, electric energy that made the massage even more intense. Her tissues were drenched under his manipulation.

“Oh God…I can’t.”