5. Chapter 3 Arden

Chapter five

Chapter 3: Arden

I t's been about a week since we were put in the dungeons. The men came that first day, then not again after that. Surely they can't think that they were successful in breaking me during that one single encounter. I hope beyond hope that Cyndair has changed her mind.

Dira's been effectively brainwashed against Feldorn, I'm still angry with her. She betrayed me and aided in getting me into this mess. The only conversations we have turn into arguments because she cannot drop her vendetta against my mates–not that she knows they're my mates.

"I'm going mad in here," I grumble, pacing the cell.

Whatever she's about to say is cut off as two new large fae men enter the dungeon. The honey blonde hair and hazel eyes of the taller one immediately alerts me to who they are.

"Fucking great," I mutter, glaring into the familiar hazel eyes of Falmir's son.

"My reputation precedes me," he says with a smirk, unlocking the cell.

"No. I've just had the unfortunate luck of becoming acquainted with your family. Tell me, are you going to try to kill me, like him, or try to sell me into sex slavery like your sister?"

"I don't think I'll do either. But I'm sure you won't like what I need to do, all the same."

The dark-haired one steps up and says, "I want the one with the horns."

My stomach does a somersault. He's laying claim to my sister, which means—

"That's fine. I'll take the one with the attitude. I'm sure I can make better use of that mouth."

The taller blonde one moves toward me, and his hazel eyes set my heart at war. Because while they look like Falmir's, they also look like Livarius'. And there's no question as to who he is more like. The second he gets close to me I can smell him, and I nearly scream in frustration. There's no way. And for the first time since Zorvan openly cursed our mate bond, I get it. The Stars have gone too far.

"Don't touch me," I say and step back as he reaches for me.

"Can't make an heir without physical contact, I'm afraid."

"I'm part human," I rush out. It's a lie. But it was enough to make Zorvan hesitate.

His fangs are already extended and there's a hunger in his gaze. I scramble backward, and my back hits the hard stone wall of the cell. The smile on his face grows. He's looking forward to this.

"I so wish you had more room to run, love. I do so love a good chase."

"So let me out. Let's see how far I can get."

"Nice try, but no," he says the last word and pounces on me.

"Arden!" Dira says and attempts to get to me, but the other vampire holds her back.

"It has to be done," he says to her.

I pound my fists against his chest and try to get him to stop his advance, but it doesn't phase him. He grabs my wrists and pins them together above my head with one hand. With the other he grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. Tears fall down my cheeks as a dark laugh rumbles in his chest.

"There's no reason to fear me. I'm not going to kill you." He runs his nose up my throat and groans. His eyes lock on to mine. The realization of what I am to him settling over him. He kisses me then whispers, "Your blood smells incredible. Brace yourself, darling. This may sting a little at first."

He sinks his fangs into my neck and I gasp at the sensation. He drinks deeply until I begin to feel woozy, then he stops. When he pulls away, a small trickle of my blood drips down the corner of his mouth. He swipes it up with his thumb and licks it off.

"Interesting. Shifter and Ashylan blood. But there's also some vampire in there. It's faint. You probably won't have any vampiric qualities, but it's definitely there."

While he's talking I maneuver myself and try to bring my leg up and knee him in the balls, but he deflects it. A deep growl rumbles in his chest.

"A fighter; I like that in a woman."

His hands slide down to the collar of my shirt, and he rips the front of it in half, exposing me to him. Then he yanks my pants and underwear down so that I'm completely bare.

"These tits are magnificent. They'll be perfect for our babies to suckle on."

He takes my right breast in his hand and sucks the nipple into his mouth. I gasp in surprise as one of his fangs grazes the tip. He slides his free hand down between my legs and begins moving a finger in and out of me until my body responds to his touch. Tears roll down my cheeks and hit the floor.

"Shhhhh. Don't cry. I'm going to take such good care of you."

He lays me down on my cot, and kneels at the foot of it with his head between my thighs. He bites at the soft flesh of my leg, piercing my skin and taking another long drink.

"That's enough," the other brother says. "We don't want her passing out."

His voice draws my attention to the fact that Dira is here; witnessing this. The guard is also watching from his post at the door with a lecherous grin on his face. He's very different from the kind man who was guarding us the first day. That one at least had the decency to look away.

The beautiful blonde man before me, impales me with his tongue, and laps at my wetness like he would starve without it. My skin sings at his touch and attention, making me writhe beneath him. My brain is at war with what's happening. I screw my eyes shut and think about Livarius.

"You're doing so well, darling. I would really love it if you came for me."

Pressing his tongue against my clit, and moving it in circles with just the right amount of pressure, he shoves two fingers inside of me. He curls them, hitting my g-spot, and I grasp the sides of the cot as I come around his fingers.

He comes up for air and sets his sights on me like a predator. He removes his shirt, then his pants and crawls up my body.

"I need to be inside of you. I need to plant my seed in you. You're going to accept every drop like the gift that it is. And when your next heat cycle comes, I'm going to put a baby in your womb."

A quiet sob escapes me, but that doesn't deter him. It seems to make him more eager. He throws my leg over his shoulder and slides himself inside of me with ease.

"Such a tight little cunt," he groans as he pounds into me. "I want you to say my name as you come around my cock."

"I don't even know your name," I choke out between sobs.

"It's Camus," he grunts.

He slams into me, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them. Then he slaps them, leaving red marks on my skin. I try to act like I hate it, but I can't help the way my body responds.

"Now come for me, love. Fucking come for me," he growls.

My body obeys, and I clamp down around him. It's enough to send him over the edge and his movements stutter to a stop. He gently lowers my leg and lays down on top of me, keeping his cock inside of me.

"Mmmm such a bad girl. You didn't say my name. I'll punish you for that later," he says and nips at my collarbone. "You'll learn to love me. Everybody does."

"Do you rape everybody, or was that just for me?" I bite back.

"Only the pretty ones," he purrs, and I can't tell if he's joking.

He kisses me and begins moving in and out of me, his cock hard again already. Still sensitive from my orgasm, I whimper into his mouth. He smells and tastes like lemonade and sunshine. It's so far removed from the cold cruelty of his personality.

"You had better settle in for a long night. I'm gonna fuck this pussy raw."

In my periphery the other vampire has removed Dira's clothes. I'm angry with her, but I'm relieved that her vampire seems to be more gentle with her than mine is with me. Camus kisses down my jaw and my neck, then over my collar bone. He bites my breast, not breaking skin this time.

He takes his time, seeming to savor the feel of me around him as he moves . He reaches for my throat and squeezes. My eyes roll back, the lack of air contributing to my bliss.

"You take me so well. It's like you were made for me. Don't you agree?"

I can't speak with his hand pressed to my throat. With his free hand, he slaps my face. I disassociate, and retreat into my mind. Livarius' face greets me, and my heart aches at the fact that we never got to properly explore our mate bond.

My mind wanders to my other mates, and the fact that I never got to seal the bonds with them. And the fact that my bond with Zorvan is now gone. That place in my mind is where I stay for the rest of the night as he takes me again and again.

***

Dawn comes, and I wake up alone. Camus had cuddled with me for a while after he was through with me, and I must have fallen asleep before he left. Now, in the aftermath, Dira and I sit silent and naked in the cold cell.

The door to the dungeon swings open and Camus stalks to the cell door and shoves the key in with purpose. My skin tingles in anticipation of his touch, but my heart pounds at the rage simmering in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask as he approaches.

He responds by grabbing a fist full of my hair and bringing my face close to his.

"Why did you not tell me that you were mated to my father's bastard?" he growls.

"How did you find out?" I ask.

"Your sister told my brother while we slept last night."

My gaze snaps to Dira who is staring at the ground in shame. I return my glare to Camus.

"Livarius is my mate, yes. And he is ten times the fae you'll ever be."

"If I ever see that foul half-blood again, I will rip out his throat while you watch, and fuck you while I'm covered in his blood. You belong to me ."

He bites into my neck and drinks. Then he removes a blade from its sheath and slices his wrist.

"I need to make sure you won't try to leave me. The only way I know how to do that is to make you mine forever. Now drink up."

"No," I gasp.

He sucks on the wound on his wrist then grabs my cheeks to force my mouth open. He spits his bloodied saliva into my mouth, then kisses me, forcing me to swallow some of the blood. It's a small amount, but it's enough. The haze of the mate bond settles over me like it did with Livarius.

He spins me around and presses my front into the stones, then he rams himself inside of me. The rough stone bites into my flesh leaving tiny cuts in its wake.

He leans forward and says, "I wanted to make our mating special, but then you kept secrets. Now, I'm going to fuck you every single day until you give me the heir I deserve. You are a broodmare, made to be bred." His fingers dig painfully into my hips. "No one will touch what belongs to me. Least of all my worthless half brother. Now come for me. I need that pretty pussy to milk my cock."

He reaches around and strokes my clit, making me cry out in devastating bliss.

"Fuuuuuck," he growls as he comes inside of me. He whispers, "You're mine, love. Now, and for the rest of time."

With my face still pressed against the stone, I snap, "Mate me, fuck me, breed me; I will never be yours."

"Give it time. You'll change your mind. You'll learn how to love me. And when you do, we can get you out of this dungeon so I can please you properly."

He slides his cock out of me, and his cum drips down my legs. He spins me back around to face him. He tips my chin up and kisses me softly. Despite my hatred of him, I melt into his touch, my body desperate for his affection.

He pulls back from the kiss and stares into my eyes. "You can fight it all you want, but you were made for me. You'll come around eventually."

"After what you just did, I can never love you."

"We'll see. I have some things to take care of, but I'll be back soon, beautiful. Try not to miss me."

He tucks himself back inside of his pants and leaves just as quickly as he arrived. I make a vow to myself that I will take my own life before I fall in love with him.