“I’m staying.” The double-chains vibrated with her desire.
He threw his head back and roared, still holding her stretched out, barely balanced on the muscles of his biceps and forearms.
He moved her toward the platform, pushing the central portion in and stretching out a leg on each side. He used manacles and chains from above and locked her ankles within, which spread her for him, providing the view he wanted of her sex, of the place where he intended to work her until she came repeatedly. The arrangement allowed her some mobility, but not a lot.
He rounded the sides of the platform then locked her wrists up in a similar way. Again he left her with a short arc of motion: She could reach for things, but she wouldn’t be able to leave the table.
As soon as he had her completely chained, he stepped away from the table. He began to feel a swell of power up through his feet, his legs, hardening his muscles and his cock, tightening his abs, his arms, his neck. Again, he roared.
Her gaze tracked him, her light-brown eyes glinting in the candlelight. She streamed an erotic scent.
But the flood of power in his veins ignited his blood-madness. He needed to feed, and he would take from her repeatedly in dozens of places.
And he would start where she was most vulnerable.
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Claire wanted this. The chains and being pinned down spoke to something primal, to dominance, and to belonging. That’s what she felt, as though the manacles on her wrists and ankles revealed just how much she’d already given herself to Lucian, how completely she trusted him.
What she loved even more was what this meant to him, something the double-chains communicated to her. It fed the desire that flowed in a heady stream throughout her body.
He breathed hard through his nose as he moved between her legs, the outrageous nature of the platform giving him complete access to her body.
With his gaze fixed between her legs and the chain vibrating heavily at her neck, his fangs emerged.
The quick strike just at the top of her clitoris rose to a sharp crescendo of pleasure. Then he began to suck. She arched as pleasure spiked, groaning heavily into the cavernous space.
After a moment he drew back, his eyes glazed, blood on his lips and chin. He moved down the inside of her leg and bit her again. It felt so good, especially when he sucked once more and took her blood in these small increments.
He switched to her other leg and did the same.
Her h*ps arched each time he drank from her.
He bit just below each knee, then moved down her leg and struck a vein on top of her foot. Pleasure streaked up the insides of her legs, making her hungry for his touch, his tongue, his cock, him.
He rose, then moved away from the center of her, shifting to her right side. He held her arm up and licked the inside of her elbow.
“Unh” came out of her mouth as her vein rose.
He bit, then drank, his gaze fixed on her br**sts, on the way they bobbed up and down because her body wouldn’t remain still. She didn’t understand all that she was experiencing or why this turned her on like it did.
She could just reach her breast, and because she needed to be touched, she stroked her own nipple.
He left her vein and shoved her hand away. “You don’t do anything unless I tell you. Now what do you say to me?”
“Yes, master.”
He growled his approval, then leaned low and bit her breast above the nipple, sucking at all the small veins, drinking more.
She loved what he was doing to her. She loved that he was lost inside the darkest part of himself, that part of him he worked so hard for no one to see. But he could show himself to her. This was what Eve had wanted her to do, to honor all that Lucian was.
Claire understood that in a very essential way, she was healing him, something Lucian might never understand.
He shifted to her breast and nursed on her, suckling for a long time until she moaned heavily, wanting to touch him.
She lifted her hand and ran her palm down the back of his neck.
He came off her hissing. “Don’t touch me, Claire. You have no rights here. Do you understand?”
She nodded. No touching, no doing anything, unless he gave permission. Yeah, she loved it.
She rocked her h*ps once slowly.
His gaze fell to the line of auburn hair between her legs. He returned to position himself between her thighs once more.
Then he levitated.
Claire gasped.
He had so much power.
He levitated over her, stretching out prone and moving just a few inches above her body but between the chains hanging from the box overhead. The chains jangled where he touched them, or when she inadvertently moved them.
She thought he would kiss her or take from her throat. Instead he kept moving, sustaining his position in the air until his h*ps were near her face.
He took the sides of her head in his hands and moved until his c**k was close to her lips.
“Open your mouth, Claire, but don’t do anything until I tell you.”
She panted as the tip of his c**k touched her lips.
“Lick me, Claire.”
She took her time and slowly drifted her tongue over the crown of his cock, savoring the ridge, swirling. Let me suck you.
Just lick, Claire. No sucking. Not till I tell you.
Her chest rose and fell. Her breathing grew harsh. Her body undulated as he teased her with what she wanted deep in her mouth, pushing in and out, making the promise of the pleasure he could give her between her legs.
Please, Lucian.
Yes, Claire, beg me. That’s what I want.
Let me suck you, Lucian. I want your c**k deep inside my mouth. I want to taste you. Give me every inch you can.
He groaned heavily. She felt the tremendous energy it took for him to sustain himself in the air, but he also loved the control of it.
She licked him in long, slow swipes. The impulse to suck was profound, but she kept her need at bay.
You can suck now.
She wrapped her lips around him and drew him in deep. He groaned heavily, or maybe she did.
Nothing had felt so good as moving her tongue over him, sucking him.
He stopped suddenly and withdrew from her mouth.
She could tell he’d taken himself to the brink; he could have released into her.
He remained prone, breathing hard, but he didn’t touch her.
Eventually he worked backward down her body and occasionally balanced himself with a hand on the platform beside her body, even though there was hardly any room.
When he stood between her legs once more, he knelt and went to work on her, feasting between her thighs.
She groaned and cried out.
He suckled and pulled on her clitoris, dipping his tongue to finally penetrate her hard, plunging his tongue in and out, going faster and faster, harder because he was strong and he was an Ancestral.