Sundown & Serena (6 page)

“You want me to fuck you!” he hissed,
stroking me as I cried out. “Tell me you do!”

“Yes, I do! So badly! Please fuck me!”

“Harder? Deeper?”

“Yes!” I gasped.

I felt him grab hold of my hips, and then he
was plunging into me, bringing pain. There was too much of him to
take. But I also couldn’t seem to get enough.

“You’re mine,” he panted. “Not his! Say it!
You’re mine! Not his!”

“I’m not his! I’m yours!” I screamed. “All
yours!”

“Ahhh!” he cried out, shuddering, and I felt
him spurt into me again.

But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause, his
thrusting still hard, deep and fast, the sex too rough. I couldn’t
seem to care, though. It felt incredible, what he was doing to me,
better than any sex I’d ever had, ever!

I came again and again, shuddering in his
arms, and he kept having me, over and over, kept telling me
repeatedly to say I was his. Soon I was slick with sweat and our
come, but he wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want him to.
Not ever! This was the most incredible sex I’d ever
had.

I began to feel weak, but I couldn’t seem to
care about that, either.
Nothing mattered but my
next orgasm.

He cried out again, shuddering.

Something was pricking me a little. I looked
down to see where he was holding my hips. His nails had grown to
talons an inch long. They were sunk into me, the deep wounds
seeping blood. I was sitting in a puddle of it. There was some
blood on his hips, and on mine, mixed with glistening semen.

Was this real?
This can’t
be real. I can’t feel anything but pure pleasure.

My vision blurred, and my head lolled. He was
licking at my neck, and moaning. He came again, and then finally
rolled off me. I looked over, blinking my eyes, trying to clear my
head.

The bottom half of his face was shiny with
blood. My blood.

“Want to know my name?” he said with a smile,
his fang tips showing. “Or can you guess it?”

Horrified, I grabbed all of my willpower and
resolve, and fought my desire for him. “No,” I whispered, shaking.
“I want you to stop. I don’t want you to touch me again!”

The man’s grinning face became a mask of
rage, and he bolted out of bed with a growl. He picked up his
phone, and began speaking into it. Two minutes later, there was a
knock at the door.

The blond man got up and answered the door,
letting another man in.

“You wanted me, Boss? Hey, she looks
like—”

“You want a piece of her?” the handsome man
offered with a grin.

“You offering, Boss?” The man’s tone was
rough and lustful.

“Sure, Kev. Sun said she was open to a
threesome, so long as she was the only woman.”

“Whatever I want?”

“I know your proclivities,” the blond purred.
“That’s why I called you.”

Kev unbuckled his jeans, and started toward
me. I wanted to move but I couldn’t. My muscles just wouldn’t obey
me.

“Use protection,” the blond cautioned.

“I’m clean,” the other man protested.

“You were with Klara last night. I can’t be
sure of that.” The handsome man pointed a taloned finger. “Obey me,
or leave, Kev. Now.”

“Okay, Boss, but why do you care?” the man
said in surprise. “She’s not special.”

The handsome vampire’s expression darkened.
“Yes, she is. I enjoyed this night with her a lot, more than
anything for the last few months, and I want her to last more than
tonight,” he growled. “Have her, but don’t hurt her. You do and I
warn you, you’ll have the same done to you ten times over.”

Kev slipped on a condom the blond tossed him,
then rolled me over to lay on my stomach. I fought to move,
managing only to clench my hands. Kev began easing into me,
groaning. I didn’t feel pain, but I knew where he was putting
himself. I twitched in revulsion and fear, scared he was going to
hurt me.
Keep calm, you’re fine, hold still, you
know it’s easier to take when you hold still.

“She’s tight,” Kev groaned. “God, she must
never have done this before, it feels so good.”

“Take her hard,” the blond growled. “Make her
scream. I want to see you bring her to climax.”

“She probably won’t—”

“Oh, but she will,” the blond replied with a
nod. “Sundown’s on a drug that makes her reach orgasm quickly. Just
stroke her a little with your hand, and she’ll come. I want her to
feel nothing but pleasure.”

Kev began to slide himself in and out of me,
but it wasn’t painful, it was gratifying. And I felt him touching
me gently with his hand, manipulating me. I began to groan almost
at once, my enjoyment building. Kev sped up, and soon I was
climaxing hard, screaming. He roared loudly, pushing himself all
the way in as he came. Something seemed to give way inside me, but
there was no pain.

Kev slipped out of me, then pulled on his
pants. “Thanks, Boss,” he said with an easy grin. “I loved
pretending it was—”

“I know you did,” the blond answered with a
brief nod. “So did I. But I need to tend to her bleeding, or she’ll
have scarring, something she specifically spoke out against. So
leave now. If you’re good, I’ll invite you back next time she comes
to play.”

“Thanks again, Sundown,” Kev said, looking
over at me with a last savoring glance. “You were fantastic.” Then
he left.

“He’s right, my dear. You were perfect, right
down to your tears,” the blond said, giving me an approving smile.
He kissed my hand gently, then took me in his arms, positioning me
on my back. “Rest now and I’ll have your wounds tended to. I
promise you, there’ll be no scars or pain.” He took my hand in his,
then rubbed it against his cheek briefly before letting it go and
standing. “I’ll be around to visit you again soon, Sundown. Very
soon. Adieu.”

He caressed my cheek once gently, and I
shuddered under his touch. Then I slipped into unconsciousness.

Chapter
Six

I awoke in my own bed.

God, had I dreamed all that
weird stuff?
I went to move, and whimpered in pain. Then I
pulled back the sheets, afraid of what I’d find.

Oh God.
I had no
visible bruises, but my entire body ached. There was a little blood
crusted on my pubic hair and on my thighs. There were wounds at my
sides, bandaged, but still seeping blood.
Those
are the wounds from his nails...it wasn’t a dream.
It had
all been real.
Everything he did to me was
real!

“Are you too hurt to move by yourself?” a
hissing voice asked. “You shouldn’t be feeling any pain.”

I looked over with horror to see the dark man
from last night. What had the blond called him?
Whip? Blade?

The whole night came back in a rush.
That
blond asshole!
“You’re saying I gave consent? I didn’t! Not for
that! Not for any of it!”

His eyes were very flat, and unreadable.
Scary eyes, almost like an animal’s
. I
didn’t feel particularly scared of him, though his face had a cruel
cast to it.

“If you didn’t want rough sex, why the hell
were you at Davy’s?” he said pointedly. “When you agree to a
threesome with two men, oral or anal is part of the package. What
did you think was going to happen?”

“He date-raped me,” I whispered. “He let his
man—”

“You thought you knew what you were doing
last night in that bar,” the dark man said scathingly. “You thought
you’d find a man to bed, maybe some rough trade to make you forget
whatever it was you wanted to forget. But this time, you got in
over your head, girl. Because some men want more than sex for a
night. Some want everything that you are.”

“He’s a vampire! An honest to God vampire! A
monster out of a movie!”

“He is vampire,” the dark man stated in a
correcting tone. “So what? It changes nothing about last night,
Sun.”

I began to cry again.

He hugged me tighter. “Don’t think about it,
any of it,” the dark man whispered. “Forget it like a nightmare.
You’ll need to stay in bed this next day or so, but you’ll be okay
after that. You don’t have an STD, vampires never get them. Your
wounds won’t scar, and should be healed by tonight.”

“How would you know?” I cried piteously. “He
hurt me.”

“Because I am the one that dressed them, and
cleaned you up,” the dark man said. “I used a salve that took most
of the pain away, and won’t leave a scar. They were bloody, but not
deep, or life threatening. This is not the first time he’s done
this to a woman. Or the first time I’ve sat with one after.” He
studied me. “Why do you females always consent when he asks if
you’re up for anything?”

“How can you stay with him?” I whispered,
appalled and angry. “He’s evil.”

“He can be,” the dark man admitted. “I’ve
seen it, what he’s capable of. But monsters aren’t born, they are
made. He’s not always like this. He’s been worse these past two
months, since he was hurt badly. His brother took his power, with
the help of a half demon and—”

Terian.
I swooned
and collapsed. The dark man caught me, and eased me back to the
bed, looking worried.

“Devlin,” I whispered, shaking. “The blond
man’s name was Devlin.”

“Yes?” the dark man asked curiously. “But how
did you know that? He didn’t tell you his name. He said you didn’t
want to know it, he was so pissed about that.”

“Terian was my lover at the time you’re
talking about,” I said, starting to cry again. “He told me about
saving Sarelle that night he came to see me when he returned from
the west.”

“Christ on a crutch,” the dark man swore.
“That’s all I need, Terian coming after Dev now.”

“Terian saved Sarelle from a man named
Devlin. He’s loved her since he met her.”

“Terian loves her?” the dark man hissed.
“Why? They were never anything to one another save friends, to my
knowledge.”

“I don’t know. He said she was kind to him,
and no one had been kind to him before.”

“Bullshit,” the dark man said flatly,
hissing. “She must be a good lay. But when did she find the time to
fuck him? She was busy enough with Theo and Danial.”

“He was never with her like that,” I said,
grimacing. “They never did anything.”

“I don’t understand these romantics,” the
dark man hissed disdainfully. “How can you love a woman you’ve
never lain with that much?”

“Who are you?”

“Lash,” he said, focusing again on me. “My
name’s Lash. And you are Sundown, Dev said.”

I began to cry again. After I sobbed for
another few minutes, I managed to pull myself together again.
“Thank you, for taping me back together,” I said, wiping my eyes
with a tissue. “I’ll be okay. I’ll take a few days off from work.
And I won’t go to Davy’s again.”

“I’ve never said this before,” Lash hissed,
gripping my arm hard. “But you are right. I am tired of seeing this
happen. It’s a waste, and it’s evil.” He cupped my face in his
hands and looked at me, his flat eyes revealing no emotion. “Get
out of town. Leave tomorrow, or the next day. As soon as you are
able to move, and drive.”

“I can’t. I don’t have my car, it’s at
Davy’s.”

“It’s not,” Lash hissed. “I brought it back
here last night, on Dev’s orders.”

That was a relief. Lash’s next words were
not.

“But you need to sell it anyway, and rent one
instead. Because plates can be traced.”

“I can’t rent a car, my credit’s too bad. I
don’t even have a credit card.”

“Take a bus then. I’ll even buy you a
ticket.”

“Where? Why?” I asked, confused.

“Anywhere at least a state away. Because you
would already be dead, like that other woman Cassy, if he didn’t
want to draw it out.”

Foreboding filled me. “Draw what out?”

“Your death,” he hissed softly. “You remind
him very strongly of someone he can’t touch, can’t hurt at all,
someone who he hates and yet is obsessed with completely.”

“Sar,” I breathed.

He nodded. “He’ll send me back to bring you
to him in a few days, when he thinks you’re healed. He knows where
you live and where you work. So leave, and don’t forward your mail.
Don’t forward your calls. Disappear.”

“Why?” I stammered.

“Because if you aren’t here, if I can’t find
you easily, he’ll be angry, but he’ll forget you soon enough. There
are a lot of women with long dirty blonde hair. There are a lot of
women with hair like hers that won’t be missed.”

“He can fuck off,” I said hotly. “I’m not
going to consent again.”

“Dye your hair for the first six months at
least,” Lash interrupted. “Any color but the one it is. Cut it
shorter too, to your shoulders or above. A large part of the
attraction for him is your hair, because it resembles hers. You
can’t do anything about your face, but I don’t know how closely you
look like her.”

“You speak like you don’t know her.”

“I’ve never seen her, or met her,” Lash said
with a shrug. “But I’ve heard of her and nothing else for months
now, ever since the night he first got a taste of her blood. He’s
obsessed with her blood. He says it tastes of summer, and he won’t
let it go. It reminds him of another woman’s blood, a woman he knew
long, long ago.”

I shivered, thanking God I wasn’t Sar. I’d
envied her for so many months, but I pitied her now.
After what he did to me, what will he do to her, given half a
chance?

“Your blood isn’t like hers, Sun. Yours is
normal human blood, or he would not have let you leave Hayden,”
Lash continued. “So there is no reason he would pursue you
cross-country. If you get away, and you don’t look like you do now
for a while, you’ll be safe.”

“Why don’t you come with me?” I offered. “We
can both get away.”

Lash looked at me in surprise.