Claiming Ecstasy (3 page)

“You bitch.”

Fury twisted his face into something gruesome. When he
snarled at me, there were no fangs in his mouth. He was fucking my mind and
now, I was fucking his.

My soul bent, fractured. If I sensed the fissures, so could
he. One shiny, glittery spark at a time, he sucked the humanity out of me.
What
will happen to me?

“You will die and rise again to truly become my concubine as
you were meant to be,” he answered with growling satisfaction.

Tenderness gone, in the realm that wasn’t my mind Nicolas
brutally turned me over on my hands and knees where the floor was hard and
unyielding beneath me. This was concrete and it hurt. My wrists strained and my
arms shook with the effort to stay up on my hands and knees. Every bite, every
scratch, every bruise Nicolas inflicted on my body pulsed with fire. But the
thing about pain, the thing Nicolas knew, was that I craved it.

Desperation was written in the tension humming in every
quivering muscle of his body. He tore savagely into my pussy. There was no
finesse, and we were now beyond passion. This was rage, beautiful fury. This
was him stealing my soul.

I drifted back inside my head, luring him into the sanctuary
Nicolas had penetrated but didn’t yet own. His fist tightened painfully within
the mess of my hair. He tugged, fucked my mouth with short, hard thrusts, and I
hummed in appreciation. I flicked my tongue over the crest of his cock. I
hollowed my cheeks and sucked. The first creamy drops of his cum were salty and
rich. I cupped his heavy balls with one hand and stroked the other over his
slick velvet shaft.

He growled and in one swift motion he used his fist full of my
hair to wrench his cock from my mouth. I looked up at him, watched his
glistening cock bob. The sun had set over the ocean, and it was night again in
my dream world. I’d done this scenery change, fought his manipulation. While it
was a small victory, it was one I cherished because I knew it would be last. I
could hear and smell the ocean again. I inhaled deeply.

In the darkness I made out the sheen of my saliva on his
hardness, and a rush of moisture dribbled down my thigh. Nicolas loomed above
me and pushed me back onto the earthy grass.

He stroked the corner of my eye. “I do love you, lass.”

It was soft here, so unlike the hard balcony that Nicolas
actually ravished me in. This time, though, he pressed not at my sex with his
fingers, but at my anus, his tongue lapping the arousal that had dripped from
my core. His mouth traveled down my thigh, sucking, biting and reclaiming the juices
that escaped while I had feasted on his flesh. I cried out into the darkness.
Lightning streaked across the sky in both dimensions and it made everything
electric and blue.

“Mine.” I heard it, felt it and I knew Nicolas meant it.

I wouldn’t be returning to my isolated, lonely life at the
Seelie court.

All of a sudden it was light once more, and the sun
reflected high in the sky. Nicolas was the one who looked like the angel now.
The sun shined above him, and his pale skin glittered with sweat. One large
finger caressed my face, then down the curve of my throat, over my erratic
pulse.

Nicolas was gentle when he pushed his index finger into my
ass, my hole wet from his mouth. I moaned, a soft breathy sound. The tight ring
of muscles clenched around his invasion. I moved away from his finger
instinctively but he took what he wanted.

He pulled his digit out of my ass to gather liquid from my
core with his unsoiled fingers. He lubricated them, made the tight pink rosette
wet with my arousal. As he traced the star there, his tongue was soft and wet
against my sex. I quivered in anticipation. With long, wet swipes he licked a
line from my ass to my pussy. I trembled in pleasure, in anticipation.

He thrust two fingers into my back passage. I moaned against
the hand that now only covered my mouth. Nicolas thrust in and out, stretching
and opening me. He was preparing me, and I cried out once more in the pain, the
pleasure, that this knowledge brought.

His mouth parted in a breathless pant and his fangs gleamed
white. He knelt before me in an action that should have been awkward, but wasn’t.
My lover was many things, but never awkward.

In the next breath, the next instant, I was torn in half.
Torn and ripped open when Nicolas’ dick pierced my ass. He pulled out and in
the real world he thrust into my sex. Back and forth he stroked, in one end,
out the other. He alternated between reality and fantasy until I couldn’t
distinguish between the two. He was fucking my pussy in the concrete, my ass in
the chaos. I was his now, truly, completely.

In my dream world, the dewy grass, once so soft on my naked
skin, now itched. In the real world, the hard floor bruised my hands and knees
as Nicolas pressed his powerful strokes into me.

There was pain. Pain from being too full. Pain from his
fangs when he sliced them across my shoulder. So much delicious pain and I
sobbed incoherently. I could not take it. I was being torn in two.

“Please.” It was a plea for more, a plea to stop.

My breasts were full and tender. He attacked me there.
Wherever I wanted him to be, he was there. He was deep inside my body, my mind,
and in my most private places. I could not tell up from down. I could not tell
where I was. There was darkness and concrete and water.

The sky flickered from light to dark. I smelled the ocean
and then I did not. I heard the waves and then they were gone.

“Yes.” I gasped, clawed my fingers against the ground. One
delved into the earth, the other scraped against stone.

Tiny spasms blossomed all over my body and, too late, I
realized this was his magic. The sensation that I was about to burst exploded
with a pleasure so intense my heart stopped beating.

In my dream world Nicolas’ face was a mask of concentrated
glorious beauty. Fantasy shattered. He pounded into me and his fingers twisted
my clit. In the real world, I was slammed forward against the floor.

Nicolas bent his head down to my neck. With a growl, he
fisted my hair and exposed my flesh. He was going to bite me. He was going to
consume every drop of me and end my life. Finally, he was going to claim me as
his dark queen and make me his concubine.

The culmination of our battle ripped through my body. He
thrust into me, harder, faster, slapping his hips against mine. One climax
melted into another.

“Mine,” he roared. He pulled out and flipped me onto my
back.

As soon as his cock reentered me, he sank razor-sharp fangs
into my neck, awakening an entirely new sensation of sweet, sweet pain. My
blood, my power, my climax, flowed into his mouth. Nicolas trembled, thrust
deep twice more and shot his semen inside me. He drank deep. My blood, rich and
powerful, overflowed from his mouth and ran in sticky rivulets down my neck.

I screamed. I screamed his name, I screamed to the gods. I
screamed until the only thing left was…abyss. Another climax hit me, a
convulsing, aching, touchable pleasure that was so good I would have given
Nicolas everything I was just for the promise of eternity.

When he finally pulled away from the wound, his skin was
flushed and his eyes were glassy with power. Triumph. He withdrew completely
from me, and cum spilled from my pussy.

“You are my queen,” he whispered and brought his mouth back
to the dripping wound at my neck.

The wet concrete beneath me disappeared and I was suddenly
in my, no Nicolas’, dream world. I stood on the cliff overlooking the ocean.
The destructive beauty of the toothed rocks beneath me left me breathless.

Nicolas approached me from the rear, the grass squelching
beneath his feet. He stopped just behind me, not touching, but close enough
that there was only a whisper of air between his chest and my back. The power
radiating from his body hit me in waves so strong they matched the devastation
of the sea below us.

He touched me then, smoothed his hands up over my shoulders
tenderly, and I knew I’d made the right choice. He stepped into me so our
bodies were flush. His cock, soft and spent but no less impressive, pressed
against my lower back and I turned my head to smile up at him. He bent down,
his irises flickering from blue to gold and back to blue.

He kissed me so softly it left a resonating ache in my
bones.
My Demon. I love you
. I wished I had the strength to do more than
think the words.

He used his tongue to flick out and taste the drop of blood
that leaked from the corner of my mouth. “Jump.”

I jumped.

As the wind cut around me, my gown fluttered and tore from
my body. The silk fabric danced away. The salty taste of the ocean stung my
tongue as I fell. I dove, gracefully, to the crashing waves below. This was my
punishment, my reward. Death and immortality.

The concrete and the chaos blended. I saw my blood spilling across
the concrete in reality. I watched Nicolas cradle me in his arms while he
pressed his bloody wrist to my mouth and urged me to drink. There was so much
blood. The waves fast approached as I plummeted. When had the ocean become red?

I hit the jagged rocks and my body broke without a sound.
The chaos disappeared. With one final gasp I smiled at the darkness of Nicolas’
power as it finally took over my mind. My mouth went slack against his wrist.
My heart slowed, stuttered and then stilled. Nicolas and I melted into one
perfect being of light and dark.

* * * * *

When I woke I knew without even opening my eyes that
everything was different. I was different. Darkness thrummed through me and
called me from a deep, dreamless sleep. I opened my lids and stared up at the
thin, sapphire silk canopy encompassing the bed, cocooning me in safety.

My head pounded. My gums ached. The muscles in my legs felt
stiff as if I hadn’t gotten out of bed in days. How much time had passed? I
lifted my hand and my body rose without effort, the dark sheets falling from my
pale, naked flesh. I padded barefoot across the cold, stone floor, the thick,
darkly colored rugs of burgundy and brown my only relief. Candlelight flickered
from the glass sconces countersunk into the walls and the scent of the sea
surrounded me.

I looked around the room, pausing only briefly on the
feminine vanity table and the sparkling trinkets glistening in the firelight.
Dark mahogany armoires pressed against the layered brick walls.

Where was Nicolas? I shook my head and pressed the heel of
my palm between my eyes. A wave of dizziness rolled through me. I didn’t
remember getting up from the bed but I knew I had. I stopped at the large open
bay window. Cold, gusting wind whipped the beige curtains against my sensitive
skin. I shivered not from the cold but from the power electrifying me.

I took a deep breath and a slow smile curled my mouth until
the pressure of tiny, delicate fangs pressed into my lower lip. The air was
full of salt, the sea.

“You’re awake.” Nicolas’ voice sent a shiver down my spine.

I tuned to face my sire, my lover, my soon-to-be husband. Dressed
in black slacks and a crisp white shirt—open to reveal the perfection of his
chest and abs—he looked devastating.

Mine.

Power and magic surged in my veins. It was like my pleasure,
like my pain—immeasurable. My soul was nothing but a vacant black pit. My
sanctuary was gone. In its place was a path of darkness connecting me to
Nicolas. The energy between us crackled and sizzled in my veins. He was inside
me, always, forever. I’d never be alone again.

“What day is it?” I asked.

Despite the dark shroud of night, everything was too bright.
I closed my eyes and the moment I did, my other senses flared to life. The
faint whisper of voices from the maids, cooks and blood slaves milling around
the castle pressed into me, my sense of hearing better than it had ever been.
Outside, the ocean churned and crashed against the cliffs. In the distance a
raven called, its tone rich and gravelly.

Nicolas cupped my cheek and trailed his thumb at the corner
of my eye until I opened my lids and looked up at him. Too concentrated on
everything else, I hadn’t heard him move.

“The day after your birthday.”

Panic gripped me and I waited for the familiar drum of my pulse
to kick into overdrive. Nothing happened. My skin chilled. I pressed my hand to
my still chest and realized my heart no longer beat.

I licked my lips. “The negotiations?”

His caress shifted from my face to my neck and I tilted my
head, welcoming the electric sensation his touch generated in me. He trailed a
single finger between my breasts, his gaze never leaving mine. Desire filled me
and my pussy wetted with arousal. I arched closer, inviting him to stroke
lower.

“In a few hours.” He cupped my hip, fingers digging into
flesh, and pulled me to him until the tips of my nipples pressed against his
silk shirt.

I lifted a trembling hand to his face. The scratch of my
fingernails trailing over his unshaven cheek filled the room as I stroked him. A
rumbling came from his chest, the vibration moving through me and straight to
my clit.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Different.”

I closed my eyes and released the magic thrumming through
me. I let it waft over the seas, over the masses of humanity cuddled in their beds.
That’s when I found them, the goblin army my mother had gathered to fight
against the vampires. Only they were no longer hers. My blood had given them
strength. Now it was my blood that commanded them. They were mine. They
responded, hundreds of them, by looking up into the void.

I snapped my lids open and gasped at Nicolas.

A crooked, seductive smile made his sapphire eyes glow. His
hands were cold against my hips when he walked me back to the bed and shoved me
onto the mattress. He gripped my thighs and spread them so he could fit his
body against me.

I know, lover.
Nicolas spoke without words.
I always
knew they’d follow you into the darkness. Your mother is a foolish woman.

When Nicolas turned me, he turned us all. My power was their
power.

He drew his mouth along my throat, down to my breast. I
cupped the back of his head and rubbed my clit against the hard length of his
shaft. “What are you going to do?”

Nicolas drew my nipple into his mouth, sucked, and I cried
out at the pleasure spiraling through me. Every touch was ten times more
intense. My pussy clenched and I writhed beneath him. He looked up at me,
breast still in his mouth, his intense gaze unguarded and open.

Whatever you wish.

My mother’s death flashed before my eyes and I shoved it
away. I wasn’t a murderer. Not then and not now.

“What I want,” I said and drew his head away from my breast
to my mouth. Our lips touched and I flicked my tongue over his bottom one. “Is
you.”

He thrust his tongue between my lips and invaded my mouth.
Our tongues slid together, stoking the flames of death and lighting me on fire.
Nicolas pulled away and guided my mouth to where his pulse should have beat in
his throat.

“Drink.”

I pierced his flesh and feasted on his power, filled with
hunger only he could satisfy. The words on the tip of my tongue, drifted from
my mind to his.
I love you.

His response was automatic.
Tá tú mo shaol.

You are my life.