Gemma

He was deadly serious as he stared down at me. I flinched when I looked at his cock. It was hard to believe he had fit the entire length inside of me. He pulled my hair back and lifted my head to place it above his dick. I still couldn't move because of the cuffs holding my arms hostage behind my back. My neck or back wasn't hurting me, but I'd felt the blade on my skin and his teeth embedded in my neck.

He was a fucking vampire. A real blood-sucking vampire. I would rather suck dick than piss him off and die .

I began to lick the combination of our juices off his cock before I opened my mouth to suck on him in the hope I could do this quickly. It tasted salty with a hint of sweetness, not as gross as I thought it would be. He groaned and pushed me down onto his dick, making me gag.

"Yeah, use your tongue and clean my cock," his voice rumbled out.

I tried my best, but I ended up soaking him in my saliva. One second I was choking on his dick, and the next, he had us switched around, with him lying on his back with me sitting on top of his belly.

"I'm not through with you yet," he said, but he wasn't looking at my face.

His eyes were locked on my breasts. He suddenly pulled me towards him. I almost screamed, thinking I was going to fall face down onto him, but he held me in the air as he leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

A growl began to vibrate in his chest as a hand slid down to cup my ass. He lifted me up and pushed his cock inside of me again. His hands moved so fast, but I was sure he let go of my shoulder for a second to ensure I was impaled on his dick. His fingers dug into my ass, holding me in place as he began to fuck in and out of me again.

I cried out in pleasure as he moved his hips so rapidly that I could barely breathe from the sensation of his cock pummelling my insides. He moved to my other breast while gripping the other one in his hand. I felt him rub his thumb back and forth over my hardened nipple. He moved his hand from my ass to my pussy before he pressed a finger against my ass, but before I could say anything, he pushed his finger inside me. I couldn't do anything to prevent it due to my hands being bound behind my back.

"What a lovely set of fuck holes my blood mate has," he said with a smirk before moving his finger in and out of my ass.

I closed my eyes so I didn't need to look at his smug face. My eyes flew open because he didn't say slave. He said blood mate, but I didn't have a clue what that meant. His mouth was on my breast again, and he began to use his grip on my ass to move me up and down on his cock until I felt the tension build up inside of me again. My pussy began to tighten around him each time he slammed me down on his cock.

I flung my head back, feeling my hair fly up and let out a strangled cry as I came on his cock again. He continued to fuck me, and I felt every inch of his hard length inside of me as I continued to cum. His sharp teeth pierced my breast, but after a few seconds, there was no pain, only extreme pleasure. I clenched around his cock, tighter than before, while gasping for air as the collar tugged on my neck.

My head began to spin, and my body swayed. I wondered if he was going to suck me dry. The final image in my head was my wrinkly, empty body lying on the bed with only skin and bones left.

∞∞∞

My eyes flickered open and a fully clothed Alaric stood before me with a fancy crystal glass full of orange liquid. My mouth was parched, but when I tried to sit up, I felt too weak to move. I groaned, but by the time I had finished groaning, Alaric had me sitting up on the bed and the glass at my lips. I raised my hands, realising he had taken the restraints off, but I could still feel the collar around my neck. I gulped the sweet, fruity liquid down greedily.

"Slowly," he murmured, which irritated me because he had certainly drunk enough from me.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, so I put them back on my lap. My body felt freezing, and I shivered as I drank the last of the ice-cold fruit juice.

"How do you feel?"

I stared at him incredulously.

He almost fucked me to death, or did he almost suck me to death? Probably both.

I shook my head because either way, he was lethal. When I tried to move his hand away from my waist, it didn't budge. So I yanked the covers over myself instead. His dark eyes remained on me for a moment before slowly standing up.

"When you feel strong enough, come downstairs," he said, taking his black T-shirt off and holding it out for me.

I took the T-shirt from him and decided he looked weird, wearing casual clothes. It made him appear more human than I knew him to be. I kept my eyes on him because I knew he could move as fast as a lightning bolt when he wanted to. To my relief, he whizzed out of the door, and I paused for a few seconds to make sure he didn't come back before I slipped the T-shirt over my head. It smelled fresh from washing detergent.

When I touched my neck, I could feel the slightly raised puncture wounds in my neck. It didn't hurt, but it felt so wrong. I pulled the covers off and slid my legs off the bed. My muscles protested, but I needed to use the bathroom.

I stood up and glanced at the window. The sun shone so bright that it shimmered over the ocean, so the windows must have been tinted because I couldn't feel the heat. Or it could be I needed some food. My cheeks flushed when I glanced at the bed. He was a dangerous vampire, but boy, could he fuck.

I groaned at my depraved thoughts and hobbled towards the open bathroom door. He must have dislodged something inside me with his super-speed fucking. I sighed, deciding I needed a shower before I could function and try to discover what his intentions were.

When I saw the bathroom, I froze at the door and glanced back at the bedroom, which was mostly white, gold and cream. I could live in this bathroom. It was surrounded by windows with bright green trees blocking any peering eyes.

There was a massive hot tub at floor level, but beside it was a small curved wall separating the shower section. The sink countertops had potted plants on them, which probably wasn't like the plastic ones in my home. The brown, cream and gold gave the room warmth. Sadly, there was nothing special about the toilet.

I guess it could be worse. He hadn't locked me up in a dungeon—yet.