Hi there!
Today I'm sharing another scene from my backlist title Under the Harvest Moon - Castle
de Sânge. Did I mention I really liked working on this book? :) I think you will enjoy this scene where Katia, a woman chosen by a vampire prince for one night of pleasure, loses her virginity - and the unsuspecting prince loses his control.
XOXO-
Kerri
Under the Harvest Moon
Castle de Sânge
Katia Dobre cried out as the chained cuff
enclosed her wrist. She kicked out at Serle. "What are you doing to
me?" she screamed.
Serle backed away. "You must be
quieter. The prince does not like the women to fight him. If you do not stop
this, I will have to drug you again and he will like that even less."
Vasili watched from the shadows across
the room. Though Serle spoke in a hushed whisper, he could still hear him.
Firelight from the massive hearth centered on one wall flickered over Katia,
but excluded the corner where he sat by his bed from any illumination.
He'd left for home immediately after
making his choice, going on foot as he moved much, much faster than Serle or
any human. He had left the carriage for his man to bring Katia in. He found it
easier on himself if he were not there when Serle used the potion to render the
woman of his choice unconscious to bring them here. This time, Serle's potion
had not worked quite as well. Katia had woken as the first cuff closed around
her wrist and quickly came to her feet to fend off the man.
"That will be all, Serle,"
Vasili said. Katia's pulse leapt in response to his voice, he heard it, and
Vasili closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. He had every assurance he had
made the right choice in that moment. It was rare he ever needed to chain or
bind a woman anymore, but he instinctually knew with Katia it would be
everything necessary. He usually found his women quite willing after a few
touches.
Katia was different.
She intrigued him.
She would be a challenge.
As Serle left the room, Katia jerked on
the chains, rattling them. "I know it is you, Prince Vasili," she
called across the chamber. She stopped her futile efforts and glared in his
direction. "You are a much worse monster than I first thought!"
Vasili chuckled, raking her body with his
dark stare. He fingered his chin as he watched her. Her breasts heaved in her
anger. He found it odd that she was angrier with him more than she was afraid.
They were always afraid at first, until he showed them he would not harm them.
His intrigue for her stirred his passion
and Vasili felt himself begin to swell. As Katia was not afraid of him, perhaps
this might allow him to go further with her than he usually did the others.
Vasili gained his feet and was at her
back in an instant, his lips on her neck. Katia jumped, gasping.
"How did you do that?" she
asked, trying to face him. The chains held her in place, affixed to two walls
at the corner of the room.
"I possess certain strengths most
men do not, Katia."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Vasili trailed the top of her bare
shoulder with the pad of his thumb up to her ear and back down. She flinched
from him, watching him intently. "All in good time," he said low,
near her ear.
"Stop that," she said.
He smiled, looking down her back at those
pearl buttons that had so bothered him with their presence before. Her blood
rushed, her skin a little hotter with his nearness.
"I do not intend to stop."
Vasili dipped his head to the crook of her neck and nipped her with his teeth.
He drew back sucking in a hissed breath, his fangs protruding at the taste of
her. He stayed well behind Katia where she could not see as he fought back his
desires, tamping them down into submission.
That was the first thing he had taught
himself: To own the beast driving him from within. He might be a monster, but
he would never let the beast control him.
He took blood only when he wanted to take
it.
It was the only way.
Vasili reached into Katia's hair and
removed a single pin. He stepped closer, inhaling her. She intoxicated him.
"Prince Vasili, what do you mean to
do to me?" she asked quietly.
He stopped. "Isn't it obvious?"
"You . . ." A pinch of hysteria
entered her tone. "You mean to rape me?"
Now it was his turn to scoff at her. Upon
reflection, he had not liked being scoffed at earlier. "No," he said
flatly, and began to circle around to her front. He stood back just a step, so
she might see him clearly. She still met his stare, not cowed in the least.
Vasili reached for her pert chin at
lifted it. "By the time I take you, you will be very much compliant."
She arched a brow at him. "So sure
of yourself, aren’t you?" She scoffed, jerking from his grip and looking
across the room.
Vasili's pleasure fell a notch. "Do
not make that sound again," he said.
Her wide stare returned to his and she
scoffed once more. "What? That sound?"
His jaw set in a hard line and he tilted
her chin up again. "That
sound."
"I do not understand why you chose
me for this. Why not my sister? She is prettier and she would have fallen into
your hands like clay. Tamara would have let you cast her whichever way you
wanted." Katia paused. "Not that I would wish this on her. It is just
that she is the more preferable when it comes to the attention of
gentlemen."
Vasili chuckled. "I assure you, the
choices of those men are not based on your beauty. It is your sharp tongue that deters them. You nearly had me fooled, too,
but I did not wish to have someone so easy to be had. Not tonight."
She arched a brow again. "Then I am
not the first to be brought here?"
Vasili snorted at that. "Certainly
not."
She regarded him with fury.
Vasili stepped in again, cupping her
cheek. He rubbed his thumb alongside her face. "It is not my wish to break
you. I admire your spirit. It is what drew me to you. I wanted to know what
exists beneath the façade you wear. You wish to learn? Let me educate you on
the passion there is to be had between a man and a woman."
She tried to pull back. "I do not
wish to be your whore."
"I will not make you my whore,"
he said, reaching for her hair.
Her eyes narrowed as she watched him pull
another pin from her head, the strand it had held cascading down to dangle over
her breast and Vasili casually tossed the pin over his shoulder, his stare
traveling down the lock, to her breasts, and back up.
She gaped, staring after the pin, but he
tilted her chin with a finger, returning her attention to him. When he was
satisfied that her concentration was again on him, Vasili slowly circled her,
returning to her back. He kissed her neck tenderly and reached around to fill
his hand with her breast. He gave her a squeeze and Katia gasped. In the
faintest bit, her neck rolled to the side for him and Vasili chuckled darkly.
Her skin fevered under his touch.
As much as Katia might like to deny him,
her body betrayed her.
Desire thrummed through her, coursing in
her veins.
Katia might not be so hard to tame as he
thought. Her blood pulsed hard, and what thrilled him more, it was all from his
touch. He would show her pleasure she had never dreamed of before.
Vasili pulled the last pin from her hair
and wound his fingers in her tresses, pulling her head back. He sealed his lips
over hers then, kissing her hard. "I want you, Katia. I will have
you," he said against her lips.
"No," she whispered back.
Vasili dipped under her arm, returning to
her front. He stooped to pull a small dagger from his boot, causing Katia to
shrink back as much as the chains would allow. He came forward and pulled her
into him with one arm and with the knife in his other hand, drew it up her
back. The sound of the pearls clanking to the stone floor filled the massive
room.
Katia gaped at him in horror, but Vasili
smiled down on her triumphantly and made quick work of removing the rest of her
bodice.
"You are an animal," she spat.
"You have no idea," he murmured,
taking the top of her skirts in hand and ripping them down the middle.
Katia shrieked, looking down on herself
in her silk shift. They both knew there was little else beneath. Vasili tossed
his dagger behind him where it embedded into the wall with a thunk.
Katia looked over his shoulder at it and
then back to him.
"How did you rip through all that
material?" Katia looked down at the pile around her feet. So absent was
her voice, it was almost as though she had not known she'd spoken.
"I told you, I have strengths other
men do not possess."
Her stare returned to him. "What are
you?" she asked. Vasili circled her again, kicking the torn clothing out
of his path. "I told you I have read our histories. Tell me you are not
what I think you are."
"I am not what you think I am."
Vasili drew his fingers around her slender waist. He sucked in a hissed breath
at the feel of the curls at the juncture of her legs, beneath the shift. In a
burst of need, he rent the sleeve on one side and tasted her skin there, and
inhumanly quickly, he did the same at the other side. He was back in front of
her before Katia could blink. Vasili pushed the garment down, exposing her
breasts and the rest of her body fully. He delighted in seeing her as the shift
slunk to the floor around her feet. Her white stockings were tied up with green
ribbons matching the gown she had worn.
Vasili's breathing came sharply as he
looked upon her. The soft petals of her sex were slightly swollen from his
touch and he could smell her desire. Katia trembled under his hot stare. He had
managed what she had thought he couldn’t.
His stare remained on her as he removed
his shirt and tossed it aside and then quickly parted with the rest of his
clothing until he was just as bare as she. He started to remove her stockings
too, but decided he liked them just as they were. The bows at the tops of her
thighs made her look all the more enticing.
Vasili slowly stroked himself as he
approached her. Her eyes fell to him and she watched the erotic movement of his
hand, swallowing hard. Her stare excited him in a way he couldn’t remember
having been in a very long time.
Vasili reached for her and pulled her
hair back until he forced her to look up at him. His cock pressed into her
belly as he pulled her body flush to his. Katia whimpered. "Do you desire
me, Katia?" He reached up, fingering her lower lip and then trailed his
fingers down over her collarbone and to her pert breast. Her nipple stood erect
against his fingers and he pinched one before dipping his head to close his
teeth around the bud, gently pulling her nipple taut and then latching his lips
around her.
As Vasili sucked, he wanted to sink his
fangs into her so badly.
Hearing no answer, he lifted his head.
"You won't tell me? Shall I find out for myself?"
She drew in sharp breath. Vasili's
fingers traveled over the plane of her stomach and paused in the soft curls. He
claimed her mouth with his and dipped his fingers lower. He found what he
already knew. He could smell the sweetness of her as she'd become wet for him,
but he hadn’t known just how wet.
Katia cried out as he pressed his finger
into her and swirled it around.
Vasili growled, dropping his hold on her,
and bent to his knees. He roughly took her thighs in his hands and forced her
legs apart where she stood. He dipped his head to taste her, shuttering at her
wetness on his mouth. His tongue darted into her folds and Vasili gripped her
thighs tighter to keep her in place as she squirmed and bucked against him.
He growled again against her tender skin,
parting her with his thumbs and flicking his tongue against her most sensitive
area. Her cries echoed around them as he sucked on her flesh and her body
trembled as she came against his tongue. Vasili stood then, dragging the back
of his hand over his mouth and he lifted her, wrapping her legs about him as he
did so. Katia stared down at him in speechless wonder.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and
then Vasili lifted her higher, positioning her, and quickly sheathed himself
with her body, ripping through the thin barrier of her virginity.
She cried out again and Vasili hung on to
his senses with all he had, only an unraveling thread left between him and the
beast. Katia felt so good, so tight.
He gave her a moment to adjust to his
size before he began to move again. He lifted her up and down on him, thrusting
against her hard until he cried out, too. Vasili dipped his head to her neck,
sinking his fangs into her, thrusting in her again as the hot spurts of his
desire left him.
Vasili drank until his need abated.
When he was done, he removed himself from
her and Katia slipped down his body. She was barely conscious.
Vasili cupped her face in one hand,
connecting their stares. "You will remember nothing, Katia. The last you
saw me, we were dancing." All her memories from the night were gone in
that instant and Katia blinked once before slipping into a state of oblivion.
He easily ripped the chains from the
walls and left them to drag behind as he took her to his giant bed with
massively carved posts at each corner. Katia was limp in his arms like a wilted
flower.
He laid her down and then broke the cuffs
from her wrists and tossed them aside. He watched her a moment. Usually he
didn’t care if Serle saw the women he used after he was done with them, but the
beauty of Katia's body stirred him and the small bit of conscience he retained
pricked at him.
He went to the corner to pick up her
shift, tying the frayed sleeves as he walked back to the bed and gently clothed
her. He finished by tucking her in.
Vasili cast one last look at the woman
lying peacefully in his bed as he left the room to wash.
For the first time in two hundred years,
he wasn't entirely sure he was done with this one.
©2013 Kerri M. Patterson
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