Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“You will learn, pet. It will be a delight to teach you.”
In a movement to quick to follow, he pulls out his fingers, wipes them on the blanket, catches my chin and holds my face. His wicked smile makes me weak. I part my lips, ready for him to claim my mouth, but he kisses my brow.
“Now. There’s a matter of your punishment. I told you earlier not speak.” He tips me over his knee. I land hands on the ground.
“That’s it. Like that.”
My feet kick and he clamps a leg over my knees. His hand smacks my ass and I yelp, more pissed than in pain. The spanking continues with rapid fire swats. The sting crashes around me. Like with the flogging, it’s not altogether unpleasant, especially once the initial sting turns to heat. All at once, he stops and rubs my bottom, and the ache fades away, turning into that high flying feeling.
“Magnificent, pet,” he growls. His finger delves under me, finding sensitive points. Pinning me when I struggle. He’s going to rip my orgasm from me and I don’t know whether I’m squirming to fight it off, or urge it to come faster.
“You’re going to stop worrying.” He whispers as he frigs my poor clit. “You don’t have to wonder whether or not you please me. I’ll tell you. From now on, you simple be. Do as I say and all will be well.” His voice comes from far away. “Let it go. Now.”
I break, gasping. Lucius drives his fingers into my sopping pussy, pushing me higher. We’ve known each other less than a night and he knows just how to touch me.
The room tilts, and I’m in his arms again. The pleasure, the pain, the events of the night and rioting sensations ride through me, carrying my sated body into unconsciousness. I fall asleep with him crooning, “Good girl.”
Chapter 4
Selene
A band of sunlight falls across my face. I kick my legs, frantically freeing myself from the sheets. I’m in a strange room, in a strange bed. I sit up and the pieces fall together: the auction. The ten million dollar bid. The King of the Vampires bought me and now I’m in his home.
Scariest of all: I slept like a baby. No dreams, no nightmares. No waking to check for monsters in my room. I haven’t slept this well since I was eleven, freshly orphaned. That’s when I learned the monsters were real.
I had the best sleep of my life in my vampire enemy’s home. Worse, I fell asleep in his arms. Around Lucius, my body loses all good sense.
I roll my heavy limbs out of bed and do a few stretches before prowling around the luxurious bedroom.
Door locked. Of course. I’m a captive here. Lucius is smart enough to know ten million dollars doesn’t make me a willing possession.
I head to the bathroom to do my business. The room is sunny thanks to a row of high windows near the ceiling. I could break out if I wanted to, but my mission is far from complete.
Once you are inside his house, you must be doubly vigilant, Xavier told me. Vampires do not let their guard down when they bring someone close to their lair. Frangelico’s place of rest will be well protected.
Then how will I get close enough to kill him? I asked Xavier. Before he answered, he smiled so wide his fangs flashed at me.
I splash water on my face and drink from the tap. Today I rest, explore and prepare myself as best I can. Tonight the real work begins.
For now I’m alone. Vampires sleep during the day. Lucius might send a servant to care for me, but until then, I’ll conserve my strength the best way I know how.
Going to all fours, I stretch and shift into my wolf. Bright smells burst in my brain, my wolf nose telling me what scents make up this vampire bouquet. Lucius has his house cleaned regularly. The perfumed cleaner his housekeeper uses makes me sneeze. Other than someone entering to clean, this room has been unused for a long time, but still holds the scent of vampire.
I sniff around the room’s perimeter. By the time I make it to the door, voices outside make me retreat to the foot of the bed. I fluff my fur and display my teeth to look as big and mean as possible. As werewolves go, I’m of average size, bigger than a normal wolf. In human form I’m deadly to vampires, but my wolf is better suited to fight out of a tight space.
Three people are standing in the hall, arguing. A hand grabs the door handle, then undoes the lock.
He spots me right away and grins. “Well, hello, wee wolfie.”
Teeth bared, I stand my ground. Two more heads pop around the door to peer at me. One is wearing a fedora over grey hair, the other is taller with giant prescription glasses. They smell like shifters, but I can’t place their animals. A growl escapes my throat and the dark haired one raises his hands like I’ve drawn a gun.