Owned by The Vampire: Complete box set series (Books 1 - 3) Page 6

  “I don’t even know your name,” Isabel told him, knowing her tone was sulky and not entirely caring. The vampire chuckled, his bright – almost unearthly-looking – eyes gleaming.

  “Call me Gavin,” the vampire said. He held her gaze for a long moment.

  “That wasn’t an order, was it?” Isabel tilted her head to the side slightly.

  “No,” Gavin said. “Just a suggestion. You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my actual name; it’s too old and weird.”

  “I’m assuming Oz’s real name isn’t Oz either,” Isabel said. She could feel the hunger gnawing at her again. It was as if Gavin’s question had brought it back.

  “Of course not,” Gavin said with a shrug. He rose to his feet. Isabel started when he was somehow right in front of her, inches away from the bed, in an instant. “You didn’t answer my question. How long has it been since you fed?”

  Isabel shrugged.

  “I don’t know how long I’ve been out,” she said. She looked down at her hands. “But if it was just a few hours, then … it’s been a couple of days.” Gavin’s eyes widened.

  “Oz…” his voice dropped to a growl.

  “It’s not his fault,” Isabel said defensively, without knowing why she felt the need to come to the angel’s defense in the first place.

  “It is,” Gavin said, unbuttoning the blazer of his suit and taking it off. “He should be taking better care of you, if he’s trying to keep you away from my kind.”

  “He made it clear he’s available to me whenever I want,” Isabel insisted.

  “He should have commanded you to feed,” Gavin said sharply. He reached out for her, and Isabel gasped at the feeling of his cold hands against her skin. How could she possibly have forgotten sex with a man who felt like that? Whose whole body, as far as she could tell, was like a marble statue wrapped in silk? “You will never – —ever – neglect yourself again, do you understand me, Isabel?” He brushed his lips against her forehead. “Answer me.”

  “I understand,” Isabel said, the words leaving her lips almost before she could consciously think them. Part of her was irritated at the knowledge that yet another person on the planet could command her complete obedience; another part of her thrilled at the knowledge that she was finally about to get what she needed.

  “What do you want, Isabel?” Gavin’s cold fingers brushed against her cheeks, and Isabel felt her whole body heating up. The hunger that she had been suppressing – since before the ill-fated trip to the mall – rose up, overcoming all sense of hesitation at the fact that the man in the room with her was a vampire. Just like when Oz had first come to her, Isabel found herself picturing what it would be like to be with Gavin in vivid, graphic mental images. She imagined him pushing her down onto her stomach, pulling the hem of the robes she wore over her hips, and taking her. She imagined falling to her knees when he had finished inside of her and taking him into her mouth, tasting herself on his cock as she made him hard once again, and then being thrown onto her back on the bed, her ankles on Gavin’s shoulders, as he took her another time.

  “I want you to fuck me from behind,” Isabel replied. “Hard and fast – as hard as you want to.” Gavin smiled.

  “And then?” Isabel felt herself blushing in spite of the desperate need she could feel burning away at her pride.

  “And then I want to get you hard again with my mouth and have you take me again,” she said.

  “How many times?” Gavin’s breath – strangely cold – brushed against her lips. “How much do you need to feed, little Isabel?”

  “I’m starving,” Isabel admitted. Gavin’s cold hands slid up along her waist, and Isabel realized that she had nothing on underneath the robe. Her nipples immediately hardened into firm little nubs as Gavin’s thumbs brushed against them.

  “Poor little succubus,” Gavin murmured, his voice half-mocking, half-concerned. “You don’t know starving yet, but you are never to neglect your need to feed again.”

  Isabel reached down between her body and Gavin’s, and she let her fingertips brush against the front of his tailored pants. He was hard. Isabel marveled at the heat she could feel radiating through the cloth. She moaned softly as Gavin claimed her mouth with his, and began to stroke him through the fabric of his clothes. Isabel could barely stop to think of how strange it was, how different Gavin was from Oz, and how different both men were to the regular human men she had been with.

  Gavin’s fingers hooked into the fabric of the robe, and Isabel broke away from his hungry lips as she heard the telltale sharp noise, and felt the tugging, as he ripped the cloth into shreds and off of her. Isabel pulled back as Gavin drank her in with his eyes, his hands moving to cup her breasts. She gasped as he twisted and rolled her nipples between his cold fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. “I want to hear you beg for it, little succubus,” Gavin murmured. He continued his attentions to her nipples and Isabel moaned out as she felt the slick heat flowing along the folds of her labia.

  “Beg?” Isabel almost started when she looked at Gavin’s face, only to see his fangs emerge between his sharp-tipped teeth. Fear warred with need in her body; the fact that Gavin was clearly something much more predatory than Oz was not quite enough to make her forget the heat flowing through her veins, the hunger twisting somewhere deep down between her hips, as if her vagina led to her stomach.

  “Beg me to take you,” Gavin said.

  “Please. Please, Gavin, take me, I need it,” Isabel said. She closed her mouth against the words that had left it almost against her will, feeling humiliated at how easily he managed to gain her obedience.

  “Strip me,” Gavin commanded her, and Isabel’s hands instantly moved to the buttons of his dress shirt. She could feel the coldness of his skin underneath, and wondered once again at the heat she had felt at the front of his pants. It occurred to her that she knew nothing at all about vampires beyond what Oz had told her. But Gavin’s command had hold of her; Isabel tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside, feasting her eyes on the muscular expanse of his chest. He was paler than Oz, paler than any man she had been with, his skin cool to the touch. Isabel’s hands moved down to the fly of Gavin’s pants and she unbuttoned and unzipped them before pulling them down over his hips to reveal a pair of silken boxers underneath. The bulge that showed – as obvious as the sun, straining at the filmy fabric – made her mouth water. Isabel licked her lips and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Gavin’s boxers. She eased them down, and Gavin’s hard cock sprung free, proudly erect.

  She stared at it for a moment, feeling something like shock. Gavin’s skin was so pale that she could clearly see the veins, thick with the blood filling the member; his wheat-colored pubic hair was neatly trimmed, forming a nest of curls at the base of the erection, not quite concealing his balls underneath.

  Instinct took over, and Isabel wrapped her hand around Gavin’s cock, stroking him slowly, achingly slow, but steadily, her thumb rubbing against the uncut tip. Gavin groaned, his hands tightening on her, and Isabel marveled at the difference between the vampire’s erection – which felt feverish in her hand – and the rest of him, which was cooler even than the room’s temperature.

  Gavin’s hips bucked, and he shoved Isabel’s hand away from him, pulling her face up to kiss her hungrily. His hands on her body seemed possessed of a kind of power, a strength that almost frightened Isabel even as the proximity of his naked body, the feeling of his erection brushing against her skin, turned her on more than ever. She wanted him to the point that it felt as though her bones were shaking inside of her. How can I want someone I barely even know? Someone I can’t even remember sleeping with before?

  Before she could answer that question, however, Gavin’s hands tightened on her, and Isabel cried out, startled, as Gavin lifted her off the bed, pressing her body against his for a tantalizing moment before he spun her around and pushed her onto the bed face-first. His hands pulled her hips back, and Isabel caught herself on her forearms, t
rembling with the desire that surged through her as she felt the heat of Gavin’s cock brushing against her slick folds. “Beg me again, Isabel,” Gavin said from behind her.

  “Please,” Isabel murmured, struggling to push her hips back, to take him inside of her. “Please, Gavin, please take me. Take me as hard as you want me!” She felt the thick, hot tip of Gavin’s cock rubbing up and down along her labia, not quite penetrating, teasing her, and Isabel trembled, feeling the churning hunger deep down in her body. “Please, please, please,” Isabel pleaded, twisting her hips trying to push back onto him. It was still difficult for her to believe how quickly her desire rose up inside of her, how she could possibly want someone so intensely in a matter of moments.

  Gavin thrust into her hard and fast and Isabel let her head fall forward between her forearms, her forehead against the blankets, moaning out long and low as he filled her up. She rose up onto the balls of her feet, flexing her muscles around the thick, hot intrusion that was Gavin’s cock, bowing her back to take him deeper. Gavin groaned from behind her and slid halfway out of her body before slamming back inside of her, his hips slapping against the curve of her buttocks. Isabel cried out as Gavin found his rhythm almost in an instant, thrusting hard and fast inside of her aching, needy body.

  It was totally different than being with Oz, but Isabel felt her nerves tingling at the sensation; the cold of Gavin’s hands, the heat of his cock inside of her, was thrilling. She twisted her hips, flexing her muscles around him, some bodily instinct taking over to overrule her conscious thought. She felt Gavin’s cold fingers digging into the skin of her hips, felt him speed up – so much so that she almost couldn’t keep up with him. Thrusting harder and faster inside of her until Isabel was briefly torn between the intense pleasure of the sensation and legitimate concern that her still mostly-human body couldn’t take the friction.

  She struggled to hold out, to hold back the tension that she could feel building up in her body, but it was impossible; Isabel gripped the sheets in her hands, buried her face against them, and as the first jarring, body-wide waves of pleasure washed through her, she cried out again and again into the fabric. Her muscles rippled around Gavin’s cock as she came, and Isabel – the back of her mind still instinctively monitoring the man’s pleasure – felt his cock twitching inside of her, hotter than ever. She heard the long, low groan from behind her, and a gush of sticky-slick heat flooded into her. Isabel gasped, shivering as the flood flowed into her body; she wasn’t sure how but Gavin’s fluids were so hot they were almost scalding. Even as her orgasm intensified, she felt the sharp graze of the vampire’s teeth against her shoulder as he pulled her up and back.

  “God – fuck, Isabel …” Gavin’s whole body went tense against hers, and all at once he let go of her. Isabel collapsed against the bed, barely holding herself up by her arms, panting and gasping for breath as she reeled from the intense climax.

  He pulled out and Isabel felt briefly bereft, her body almost hollow in the wake of her orgasm. She twisted around and turned over onto her back, looking up at the vampire. “You’ll have to give me a minute before you do the rest,” Gavin told her. “That was more intense than I was counting on.” Isabel grinned, feeling a little surge of pride and power at the fact that she had satisfied a vampire so thoroughly that he needed to recover.

  The next moment, though, the hunger was on her again, and Isabel sat up, slithering off of the bed and sinking to her knees in front of Gavin. She looked up at his face, and smiled to herself, briefly nuzzling against his hip before she wrapped her fingers around the base of his not-quite-flaccid dick and brought the tip to her lips. Gavin let out an animal sound as Isabel sucked the member into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around him. His fingers tangled in her hair, and Isabel gave herself up to the instincts that took over more and more easily; she licked and sucked, her tongue winding around the flesh. Gavin – like Oz – was quite large, even before he became fully erect, for her to handle, but the need to taste him, to take him as much as she possibly could, was greater than her sense of limitation.

  Gavin’s fingertips rubbed against her scalp, and Isabel felt his cock come to life between her lips, felt it begin to twitch slightly against her tongue as the blood flowed into it, making him swiftly hard once more. Isabel worked him with lips and tongue, even grazed her teeth against his sensitive skin, closing her eyes and giving herself up to the moment. She could taste herself on him, but she also tasted the sharp, slightly sweet taste of his pre-cum as it started to flow. It wasn’t like Oz’s fluids; it wasn’t like any fluid she had ever tasted. Instead it was almost like honey, both in taste and texture, and Isabel couldn’t get enough.

  Gavin pushed her away and at the same moment lifted her up, half-throwing her onto the bed. “Still hungry?” Isabel nodded, and Gavin covered her body with his, the heat and cold of him tantalizing her. He kissed her eagerly, his tongue plunging past her lips, twisting and coiling around hers. Isabel gasped at the feeling of Gavin’s cold fingers rubbing along her labia, and then made a sound between a cry and a moan as two fingers slid inside of her. She was shocked at how tight she felt; she’d just taken his much thicker cock. “Oh, Oz didn’t tell you?” Gavin nipped at her bottom lip with his sharp teeth. “Your body adapts to the size of anything that penetrates it, becoming …” he began to work his fingers inside of her, “becoming as tight as it needs to be to provide pleasure.” Isabel gasped, shivering as Gavin’s long, cold fingers slid along her inner walls.

  Isabel writhed, twisting her hips and pushing down onto Gavin’s fingers as his thumb found her clitoris. “Have you noticed, too, that this seems so much more sensitive?” He barely brushed against the bead of nerves and Isabel cried out, reaching for his shoulders blindly. Gavin curled his fingers inside of her, rubbing steadily against her g-spot. Isabel panted and gasped, moving mindlessly as pleasure crackled through her nerves.

  Gavin’s fingers retreated all at once, and Isabel opened her eyes – unaware of having closed them – and groaned, scowling at him in disappointment. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Not even fully transformed and you want all the fucking you can get …” Gavin ducked his head away from her face, to her neck. Isabel felt the sharp teeth nip just below her pulse point, felt Gavin’s warm tongue lapping at the little bit of blood that welled up. “They could put you in a room with five men and you would feed for hours …” his tongue rasped against her skin, and Isabel whimpered. “And by the time you were through with them, they’d all do whatever it took to get you to fuck them again.”

  Gavin pulled himself up, his hands gliding down along her legs. “Oh, are you ever in trouble, Isabel,” he said with a little grin. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them up onto his shoulders as he moved into place, his burning-hot erection sliding along her inner labia, not quite penetrating her. He held her gaze as he thrust forward, filling her up in one quick movement. Isabel moaned, pushing her hips down to take him deeper. Gavin began moving right away, the tip of his cock rubbing steadily against her g-spot. Isabel gave herself up to the pleasure, to the instincts that were starting to form more of her mind than conscious thought. She twisted and writhed, flexing her muscles around Gavin’s erection in fluttering movements, pulling him in as deep as he could go.

  Gavin held her exactly where he wanted her, his hands ice cold against her feverish skin, and Isabel had no choice but to let him take her exactly the way he wanted; as she came closer and closer to her third orgasm, her voice cracking from the cries and moans leaving her throat. She felt his teeth sink into her skin, just above her ankle. Heat flowed out of her to meet Gavin’s cool lips, and Isabel sank into the simmering pleasure, moaning as her climax shattered through her.

  Chapter Ten

  “What did you mean I’m in trouble?” Isabel woke once again, without knowing how long she had been out to find Gavin in the bed next to her.

  “The people who snatched you have big plans,” Gavin said. “Maybe Oz told you a little bit ab
out them?” Isabel shrugged.

  “Assuming they were vampires like you?” Gavin nodded.

  “They were,” he said. “Vampires, but not like me.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  Gavin smiled slightly.

  “The politics of my people can’t be summed up in one session,” he said. “We’re not as simple as the angels are.”

  “Okay,” Isabel said, dismissing the other questions she had. “So why am I in trouble?”

  “Because you are the perfect little succubus,” Gavin said, reaching out to claim one of her still-naked breasts in his hand. “Even before you started transforming, you were probably pretty sex-hungry, right?” Isabel blushed and looked away, trying to squirm free of Gavin’s touch. “You had sex with me no more than fifteen minutes after you left Oz,” Gavin pointed out matter-of-factly.

  “That’s …” she scowled at Gavin. “I only barely remember that.” Gavin chuckled.

  “I have some responsibility for your forgetfulness,” he admitted. “In my defense, it’s standard operating procedure.”

  “Explain,” Isabel said. Gavin raised an eyebrow.

  “Because you were so good,” he said, letting go of her breast and sitting up on the bed next to her. “I was assigned to follow Oz, to see if he fucked a woman, and then to seduce her myself.”

  “To create a succubus,” Isabel concluded. Gavin nodded.

  “So, you’re in league with the people who abducted me,” Isabel said. Gavin made a face.

  “Yes and no,” he said.

  “You’re not going to tell me anything useful, are you?”

  “I’m going to tell you that if anyone else, other than me, comes into this room, you need to use whatever you can of your abilities. Just don’t give into the temptation to feed on them.”

  “But you told me before not to neglect to feed.” Gavin smiled.

  “You won’t be,” he said. “Vampires and angels are not as susceptible to your charms – at least, the mind-bending aspect of them – but enough time in your company and they’ll fall.”