14. Xeraphine

14

Xeraphine

A m I a fucking submissive maiden to this Vampire?

The moment he bites me, all my power seems to just seep right out of me as though I am merely Mundane. I'm furious because I want him to touch me. To fuck me so Gods damn hard that I go blind, and the only thing I see are stars. But giving into his lust, it means an addiction I cannot fall into.

I just can't, but I don't think I have the strength to scream that damn word as his hands trail down my hips and grab hold of my pants.

"I fucking hate you." My hands grip around his neck, my fingers barely brush against one another as I take hold of him.

"Show me that hate, my little demon."

I am not his . What the fuck?!

My eyes dilate as I press my foot to the tree trunk, thrusting us both down to the ground. The grip around his throat tightens, and I let out a loud, deafening scream.

I'm so consumed by my agitation and fury that I fail to notice our position. My knees straddle his hips, his hands gripping tightly at my waist. A filthy, far too good-looking smile, lines his lips.

I barely register lifting my fist before swiftly bringing it down toward his face. As it connects with the earth below, the disturbed soil eagerly envelops my hand, its gritty embrace climbing up to engulf even my wrist.

One of his hands comes to my neck and with force, rolls us opposite of where we were. He is not gentle as he pushes my head down into the dirt, the opposite grabbing a leg and deftly putting it over his shoulder.

"Oh, I do enjoy you on your back."

"Piece of shit—" I kick my free leg up, and when it makes contact with the side of his head, I relish in his groan. Although he doesn't move, I can see the flicker of agitation in his crimson eyes.

Just as I'm rearing again to kick him, he is falling backward and taking me with him. His back traps the leg that was once over his shoulder, while his grip ensnares the other, leaving both limbs firmly held in place. "What the f—" I'm cut off by his hands reaching up and grabbing both of my wrists and curving my back.

"Fuck, you smell delicious."

I'm not one to be flustered, but oh my Gods, his nose is brushing against my clothed slit and he's sniffing me. My entire body is on fire, and I swear I could light a candle if one is presented.

Try as I might, I'm completely stuck. He has my arms pulled back tight, and even as I claw at his stomach he isn't relenting. "Such a pity I didn't tear your pants off." His tongue runs along my lips and I gasp. "No matter, I can still taste you through them."

Cinnamon… Why can't I form the word?

"Kai—!" I grit through my teeth.

It's because he is right, fucking Beyond, I do want this.

I can barely feel his tongue pressing between my slit, constrained by the fabric.

Every fiber of my being is craving what he could offer. My brain, the only sensible part of me, is also being influenced. Even for someone like me, who survives on a lifeforce only granted through orgasm, I'm utterly lost as to what I truly desire.

I just know I want to feel good.

I've not felt good in so long.

With force, I push down onto his mouth and feel his teeth nipping at my pants. He is desperate and so am I, which makes me grind against his face while throwing my head back. I'm not ready to admit to myself how even just the thought of what he is about to do to me makes my stomach fill with elation. My chest is tightening and I know I've completely lost the battle, even if I swear I still want to fight.

He nicks my skin, and I let out a yelp just as I hear the tear of my pants. His need is as palpable as mine for him to dive in, and I'm physically unable to keep my moans behind closed lips.

I feel his tongue against my lips as he wraps it around my panties and pulls until they tear just the same as my pants. The groan he emits makes my legs shake.

My hips drive downward, not giving him a moment to make a stupid remark. I don't want to hear him, I just want him to please me.

His tongue finds my bundle of nerves so fast I call out in absolute need for more. When he wraps his lips around it and flicks back and forth, I'm lost trying to find my breath.

"Yes… Kai…" my moans are becoming subdued, and it's not from the lack of pleasure, but I don't feel the need to force myself with anything. He is feasting as though I am the last meal he will ever have. I don't need to tell him that I want him to move to slide his tongue inside of me because the moment the thought even crosses my mind, he is entering my cunt and smothering his face between my slit.

I don't think I can go down further, even if I try. He could stay there without suffocating, and I want nothing more than

for him to be there until I'm passed the fuck out.

When he pulls his head back it doesn't go far, and he bites down on my thigh through my pants. His bite is like a mini orgasm, it shoots fire through my core and I physically want him to drink from me. However, he isn't stupid, and I can't blame him.

I am shocked when he does pull my blood into his mouth, more than he has so far. What he doesn't understand is, even if he spits it out, it seeps into his tongue and into his bloodstream. I am inside of him whether he thinks I am or not.

I could kill him, just like Mathas, but I'm fucking stupid and won't.

I'm taken fully by surprise when he releases my leg and goes right back to my clit. All the blood in his mouth pours over my bundle and down to my core. "You taste so fucking delicious." I should be disgusted, not more turned on that I know I just came a little. "You like that, don't you, little demon? "

He sits at my clit, and when he sucks, I lift my ass off his throat and call out to Belial himself as I hit my peak. It's then that he releases my wrists and pulls me down so that I can't lift from my spot on his face.

My Gods.

There is not a part of me that isn't shaking and as I lean forward, my Amoro is thriving. I'm not feeding but I feel satisfied, so much so I'm having a hard time seeing straight.

I feel another nip at my thigh, and I wince.

Then another.

"Kai…" Before I can even recognize what he is doing, my shoulders are slumping. "Too—much—" He's fucking poisoning me. "Cinna—"

"I love the way she fights, it's probably my favorite thing about her." He is always so brutal, and of course he is the biggest one of the

five. Why couldn't the scrawny one be brutal and this one be gentle?

From the claw marks, suffocation, punches and rape, my entire body is completely numb now that he is done with me. It's the only reason he isn't the one I hate the most. At least I have some relief in the end.

The sound of a phone ringing makes me twitch, my head drooping down because I lack any strength to keep it upright. I'm surprised my arms haven't torn from their joints from hanging as long as I had been.

Though, truthfully, I don't even know how long I have been here in this nightmare.

"Hello?" I wish to drown out his voice, but I use the hope that someone good is on the other end of the line, and scream.

"Help me!" my voice cracks, my sob becoming the most potent part of the bellow. "Please… Help me!"

I hear him approach me as he speaks through the phone.

I scream louder. There are no words accompanying it, just pure, unhindered shouts of terror and pain. Someone, anyone, has to have a heart and come find me. I can't be alone.

"No updates for you—no—"

Please… I beg… I don't deserve this… I don't…

I feel a warmth around my leg, and I think it's what drags me from my habitual memory.

"No news to report," Kairhyse isn't talking to me, but as I'm coming out of the haze, I can make out what he is saying to someone not in our immediate area.

"Yes, sir," I'm trying to concentrate on the other voice, but it's so hard to hear. "No—" Come on, focus damn it. "—killings have stopped—"

I think he is talking to Achille.

I groan and try to open my eyes, but the moment I do, they roll back, and I'm asleep once again.

I gradually become aware that we're still moving as I regain consciousness. My eyes flutter a few times before I manage to clear the blur from them. Despite the tinted windows, I discern it's daytime, though it carries the ambiance of twilight.

"Hello." I watch his hand move to my bare thigh and rest there. "Sleep well?"

"Where are we?" I swallow, my throat burning. "Was I snoring?"

He chuckles. "Yes, but only a little."

My gaze drifts to him, and I notice he's looking at me without turning his head toward me. I realize he's shirtless and just as I'm about to scold him, I see that he's given me the brown shirt he had been wearing.

"Did you grab my cardigan at least?" I murmur.

"I'll buy you another one. Along with a new outfit. Did you sleep well?"

Not particularly…

I choose not to answer him, because truthfully, he doesn't deserve one. A persistent throbbing reverberates inside my skull, likely from the dream, but it equally could have been caused by the amount of venom he gave me .

"Why did you do that?" My fingers find my temples and I rub at them gently. "My head is killing me."

With an exasperated sigh, he shakes his head. "I slept fine… I slept like shit… It's not hard to answer my question, Xera." I don't retort, just wait for him to respond. "My intention was to get you into my car to take you home, and that's what I did."

This car is way too fancy for me, a stark contrast to my life.

Its interior matches the darkness of its exterior, a perfect ambiance for my eyes. The only hues besides black are the vivid red lights illuminating the dash and the monitor behind the steering wheel.

"And?" I press, because while he isn't lying, there's a better reason. He's going to piss me off if he keeps skirting around it.

Also, he hasn't moved his hand from my leg. I should really move it for him. Or just, remove it from his person, period.

"I don't think I could have stopped us if we went further, and you said you couldn't feed." I'm honestly taken aback by his answer, and I narrow my eyes in skepticism. My Amoro was pressing outward, ready to find a means to devour him. He's right; I was preparing to allow him to ravage me in that forest.

I clear my throat, ready to ask a question when he moves his hand and leans forward. "Here." Popping open the glove compartment, he pulls out a mini plastic water bottle and hands it to me. "I'll need to stop for gas soon, and we can grab something to eat."

His hand returns to my thigh, squeezing it in his grasp. The difference between our sizes is astonishing.

"Why are you touching me?"

"I'm making sure that your vitals are fine," he lies, laughing. "Don't ask such a dumb question, little demon."

I can't punch him or we risk crashing. I know I'll survive, I just don't want to have to deal with the aftermath of that. So, I refrain and take a drink, consuming it in one gulp. Truthfully, I am hungry and thirsty, so I appreciate the gesture.

Placing the empty bottle back into the glove compartment, I close it and lean back. I don't care to ask where we are because it doesn't actually matter. I'll make it home at some point, and I'm off for the next couple of days on an emergency request.

"Why couldn't you feed?"

I drag my eyes back to look at him. I'm finally able to see all of his arm and chest if I lean forward. Without making it super obvious, I study his tattoos while I answer, "I'm satisfied, or rather, full enough. It's dangerous to overfeed."

His right arm is entirely covered in a seamless design, a graveyard stretching from the top of his shoulder down to his wrist. There are two skulls and a black cat that reminds me of Mister.

"Why is that?" he asks.

On his left arm, I can see from his elbow an hourglass, which has all the sand completely at the bottom, and on his forearm, a sundial—a design beautifully crafted as though one was just placed there instead of drawn. The black ink compliments his light ebony skin.

It's then that I see the back of his hand, and it is a stark reminder of the conversation I heard, and what brought him to me in the first place. He is still an Achille dog. It stops me from continuing and inspecting his chest piece.

"I can lose control if I'm overfed," I say flatly, moving my hand to his and removing it from my thigh.

He doesn't resist, placing it in his lap and letting out a soft laugh. "I'd enjoy seeing you lose control," he says, oblivious to the weight of his words. He's just obsessed. "Maybe next time, I won't find restraint."

Resting my head against the headrest, I pull my legs into a crossed position. The breeze from the heater hits between my thighs, reminding me that I'm not wearing panties either.

Silence falls between us, and I'm drifting into the deepest recesses of my mind, thinking about what I'll need to do once I'm home, contemplating my next move. It's always where I find myself, never fully in the moment or enjoying what could be a good time.

My life revolves around those damned pieces of shits dying.

I need to find out who hired Mathas. Achille doesn't hire his own men, but I can start tracing backward. The scent was fresh, which means whoever Mathas was involved with before is my next target. He had it all over him, and while I could assume it was maybe because they were lovers, I could smell pussy on him just as equally. He didn't strike me as the kind that liked anything else.

All of that is important, but so is getting back in touch with someone in Ansford. I can only hope that Kit didn't say anything and instead felt embarrassed about the entire ordeal, keeping his mouth shut .

"Where did you go?" I didn't even realize he had his fingers wrapped around my chin and had pulled my gaze to him. Nor had I gathered we had stopped moving. We were parked in front of a small diner attached to a gas station.

"Nowhere," I answer, jerking away from him before undoing my seatbelt and stepping from the vehicle.

I'm thankful the shirt is long enough that it's basically a dress as I stand. The moment my door is closed, Kairhyse is at my side. He offers a smile, but I simply roll my eyes and pace toward the diner.

As I take the first step up, he grabs me by my arm and pulls me back to him. I let out a gasp, actually taken by surprise. "What the fuck?" My tone depicting my feelings in the moment.

He doesn't say anything, just stares down into my eyes. The hardened expression startles me more than his grip does. I'm completely taken out of the moment and thoughts of food.

"I need to grab a shirt from the convenience store, get us a table," he says abruptly, releasing his grip, sending me teetering backward on the step. Fortunately, I manage to steady myself by clutching the railing just in time.

What the shit, Kai…