14. CATALINA

FOURTEEN

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We’d arrived at their manor moments ago and I’d gone directly to the living room couch and sank into it. The cushion dipped as Asher settled next to me, tossing his arm around my shoulders, and my heart rate picked up with his careless touch. He didn’t know how it affected me, but if he kept it up, he would scent it.

I cleared my throat and focused on unsexy things like . . . crying children . . . outhouses . . .

If I got all this ‘bite-me-horniness’ out of my system, when I escaped, and I would escape , I could live the rest of my life with that desire satiated. Because I wanted it more than I’d wanted anything for myself in a long time. I must face my addiction. Fear, confusion, and lust started from the Pale One and I’d never wanted to face it . . .

“Vampires are arrogant, prideful creatures. At the core of it we like to play.” He twined my long, loose hair within his fingers. “When you’re at the lounge, don’t look at any above the neck. That’s an immediate way to draw attention to yourself. You’re not there to be curious, you’re there to serve.”

That was disgusting. Fear swelled and nausea soured my stomach. He said it so callously.

“Vampires can have varying personalities, but never forget we are instinctual and there is one thing we can’t live without—blood. A submissive personality is the best default.” He pinched my chin. “You’re a smart girl, use that intelligence and don’t say or do anything rash.” He flashed his distended fangs and my breath hitched. “Your pupils dilated.” His smile widened. “You’re not flinching at the sight of my fangs. When someone bites you, just let them get it over with.”

I licked my lips. At the beginning, I’d understood this was a probability, but I’d thought... after he...

“You’re okay with someone else biting me?” I thoughtlessly asked, eyeing him from under my lashes. He blinked slow, his golden eyelashes cresting at his cheekbones before meeting my gaze, almost as if he had to process my words.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay with another biting you?”

Red flashed in his iris but he closed his eyes and when he opened them again, it had disappeared.

Did he still go out and bite others? Irrational jealousy spiked through my veins.

I pushed that away. It wasn’t my business. Wasn’t like I was his girlfriend. Did vampires even do bite-monogamy? Bite-ogamy? Likely not since the end result was an addiction. These ‘blood-whore’ thoughts were getting on my nerves.

Stop. I didn’t want to be a vampire’s girlfriend. What the fuck was wrong with me and these ridiculous intrusions?

“What if they try to do more?” If biting and screwing went hand in hand every time with Asher, where would that leave me while I had no one I could hide behind?

“You mean fuck?”

I nodded hard, mostly to hide the blush on my cheeks. I felt so inept and inexperienced.

“If you’re feeling it, go for it.” He traced a shape into the arm of the sofa, keeping his gaze on me.

“Go with it?” My spine tensed.

“Bodies aren’t meant to be for only one person.” So not only was bite-ogamy not a thing, neither was monogamy. A possessive swell had lifted its head inside me, but there was nothing I could do about it.

“And if I’m not feeling it?” I struggled getting the words out.

He just stared at me.

“Oh.” I tried stifling the fact that my stomach soured. “Where will I go?”

“We’re sending you into one of Calliope’s private lounges. We want you to get as close to her as possible to see if she mentions Ren.”

“Why do you think she has him?” My question forced him to pause and he raked his gaze down my body and back up to my face.

“The only person Ren may give in and fuck after a decade is close to Calliope.”

“A decade?” I gasped. Jeez.

“You’re shocked at that ?” Asher scoffed. “The others three are worse.” Three, as in Jax, Bastien, and Tobias?

I cocked my head questioningly, but he didn’t elaborate.

“But you?”

“I don’t have some odd obsession with Imog—her memory like my brother.” He was about to say Imogen’s name. I licked my lips as jealousy burned my stomach. So the others loved her still. “I stayed around because I refuse to leave Jax. It might have been best I did, thinking back to that bit?—”

He stopped mid curse and shook his head, anger bleeding away as he turned his attention to me.

“Don’t wo?—”

“Worry about it,” I finished his sentence, rolling my eyes.

“Did you just sass me?” I tensed even though I could tell he thought it was funny.

“Absolutely not,” I muttered, clearing my throat. He stared at my mouth with sharp focus. I nervously wet my lips. His body twitched and he suddenly lunged at my mouth. He swallowed my shocked scream, coaxing my lips open. Silky lips pressed into mine insistently, battering down my defenses.

My tongue flicked out to meet his. His fingers dug into my waist and he hoisted me onto his lap. My legs spread to accommodate his thighs, and even though I was flexible, there was a pinch with how much bigger he was. The good thing was his thick swelled cock pushed against me at the perfect spot.

I tipped my hips forward rubbing against him harder. My body no longer belonged to me.

Asher’s fangs extended and I groaned into his mouth, trying my best to not prick myself as I tongued him. The sharp edge scraped my lower lip and I groaned again.

A stinging prick opened on my flesh and Asher’s fingers twitched, his entire body stiffening as his hips jerked up into my core. His hum turned guttural, and the grip tightened painfully.

“More,” he groaned into my mouth, hips bucking up as he sucked on my lip.

Good thing I’d taken a hit of my inhaler before this because he effortlessly stole my breath. His hands slipped under my blouse and into the hem of my slacks. With a quick jerk, they tore down my leg. He yanked them to the side and shucked them, leaving me in my panties until they were also destroyed by Asher.

He pressed them to his nose, inhaling deeply. My face heated. That was so hot.

Slickness pooled where I rubbed myself against his pants. His finger pressed into my clit. A whimper escaped me at the gentle rub.

“Harder,” I mumbled.

“ Fuck ,” he rasped but it sounded more like a promise. I reached down and jerked the buttons open. His cock sprang out, and I almost choked on my saliva. The long—incredibly freaking long—cock was adorned with a gold ladder piercing that extended to the base.

I blinked at it, but my core throbbed.

His finger curved into my slick entrance, sliding in and out in a slow rhythm. A moan crawled up my throat. I helplessly twisted my hips, seeking to be filled.

Asher braced his hand at my hip, lifting me so the tip of his cock teased my folds. He slammed me down while simultaneously thrusting up. A yelp slipped from my mouth and I tensed. I could feel every inch inside me, and I couldn’t breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears sprang to life.

“Catalina,” he whispered, cupping his hand at my neck. I peeked at him from under my lashes. His eyes were wide as he looked into mine. He could tell he was the first inside my pussy.

His eyes flared and red swirled with the blue before taking it over. Sharp fingernails stabbed into my ass as he gripped my hips firmly and with ease, he lifted me and slammed me back down on his cock.

A scream ripped from my throat, and I cinched my eyes tightly shut. Without mercy he forced me to fuck him even though I had no time to get used to his length. Each slam of his cock caused him to stab my cervix.

“Asher,” I whimpered, half in pain and half in pleasure. Agony struck with every forceful movement, but then why did I like it so much? Tears trickled from the corner of my eyes as the evil, lust ridden gaze watched them slide down. A cruel smile curved the corners of his sinful lips, but he did not cease. My pain seemed to please him. “It hurts.”

“Take me.” He hissed low and smiled with his fangs extended. Leaning forward, his fangs sliced into my neck, sending suction to my clit. He moaned against my throat and the rub of his piercings scraped against my insides, raising the sensitivity with each stroke. It hurt too much. I couldn’t take it. Tears full on leaked down my cheeks, but he didn’t cease. “Fuck,” he spat lifting from my neck and jerked up hard, sucking the air from my lungs in the best way. He did it again and again. The angle of his thrust had him hitting my clit and I whimpered. Blood dripped from the corners of his parted mouth.

A sudden orgasm spiked through my pussy, causing me to grip at him with jarring squeezes. More intense than any I’d ever given myself. It was uncontrollable and unstoppable. Tingles spread across my skin and my channel clutched him with the incoming inevitability. He moaned, head tossing back and sending his hair around his face as his mouth opened on a cry. With each spasm of his cock, his hips slammed up, bouncing me on his cock and dragging out the electricity, my pussy milking every last drop.

I could no longer hold myself up and I slumped on his chest. Liquid continued leaking from my pussy and as the swell of the orgasm faded, the agony of his cock in my channel settled in.

I twitched, and quickly froze, hissing in agony. I’d never experienced such a foreign pleasurable pain.

Asher’s lips tightened and his hands smoothed down my sides, dipping to play with my slick clit. My pussy pulsed and shot another slice of agony to my depths. Crying out, I wrapped my hand around his wrist. He lifted his half-lidded blue gaze to mine. One of his hands lifted to my shirt and with a jerk, he tore it off.

“Such pretty brown nipples,” he murmured into my skin. His praise made my body clench around his pierced cock and I whimpered again, but I no longer knew if it was from pain or pleasure. It melded together in a pot of utter lust.

Asher captured one of my nipples and rolled his tongue over it, playfully nipping it. I moaned, yanking his hair. He hissed as I arched, forcing him deeper inside me, taking the slight pinch with it.

“I’m going to have you again, Pet.” He wrapped his arms around my midsection and twisted me so my back dropped onto the couch cushion. The movement caused his cock to slip out of my pussy. I felt every single piercing rub against my inside. I winced, shying away from his hold, but he forced my legs open.

I gasped and pressed my hands over myself, my face warming so much it burned.

“But before I fuck you, I need to heal you a bit.”

My eyebrows furrowed, but he shifted so his knees pressed on the ground and his head hovered over my dripping heat. I pushed to my arms to see him inspecting my glinting, shaved pussy. Blood mingled in the liquid coating me and I gasped, but before I could say anything, his head dipped. His warm tongue speared inside my core and I yelped, falling back. Swirling his tongue, he thrust inside me and around me, licking everything up with long lavish laps.

My thighs trembled and kept trying to close, but he kept them in place. Even that hiked my lust. Being held down by a vampire was my nightmare . . . but why did it feel so delicious?

“My Pet,” he groaned and the vibration of his voice shot me into another orgasm. His tongue didn’t relent as he pressed it against my trembling clit.

He climbed up my body and fastened his mouth around my nipple. He suckled me, teeth grazing my breast. I gripped this hair again and arched as his fangs speared the soft flesh. I whimpered as my legs shook. He hummed, taking more and more from me, but I didn’t fucking care—it felt too good.

Panting, I pushed to my elbows and stared down at the blood dripping down my breast, painting my skin. It made me unimaginably hot. Asher lifted his head and steadily stared at me as his tongue lashed across the wounds and the blood stream cut off from his saliva.

I dropped on my back, floating in ecstasy as I tried to put the scattered pieces of my mind back together.

We lay there for a while, his fingers moving across my nipple in gentle circles.

Goose bumps pebbled my flesh and I wiggled my hips. How was it possible I was ready for another round?

A yawn made my eyes water.

“You need to rest.” He chuckled in my ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll please you again.” That really should have sent me running but I wanted this. It would only be for a bit longer. I could enjoy it until then, right?

He pulled his shirt off and carefully pulled it over my head so it fell around me. Lifting me into his arms, he curved me close to his wide chest. He walked upstairs and then a soft bed was under me. Asher pulled the blankets over my shoulders.

“Rest,” he ordered. “You should have told me you were not experienced.” He pressed his soft lips into my neck and grazed along my chin. I arched closer to him, and he took me into his arms. I lulled, following his directive as I was dragged into a restful sleep. A type of sleep I’d never had since I couldn’t turn my brain off. But my body agreed with my mind at this moment and they were on a damn cloud.

The world faded away, and my limbs became weightless.

My eyelids fluttered and I sank . . .

Prying my eyes open, I gasped and found myself surrounded by pitch black—and standing. I blinked down at my feet. Black tile stretched across all edges, seemingly endless. Was I dreaming?

A hiss dragged my attention up and all I could see were the red eyes watching me within the dark space. They practically glowed.

A shiver coasted down my back. I hated the dark.

“Who are you?” I muttered, backing up. Everything seemed to stretch, but my back flattened against a wall, blocking me from escape.

Was it the Pale One? Was he back to take me? I whimpered and stumbled away from the wall but slammed into another surface. It may have seemed like it was never-ending, but it was a cage. I slid to the ground, shaking as I hugged myself while the eyes continued to stare at me. They didn’t blink as they watched me until everything faded from my mind.