Leila breezed though the halls of her and Vlad's home, her strides short with her quickened pace as she searched for her husband. Ever since Cat and Bones had come for a visit, with one of Vlad's old exes in tow to Leila's chagrin, she'd been uneasy.
While she knew Vlad would never cheat, they'd been through entirely too much and he wasn't the type to do such things to begin with, the thought of being around anyone who'd been with her husband as intimately as she had made her uncomfortable. It certainly didn't help that Annette was super model gorgeous and while Leila had gained more confidence since she'd started her relationship with Vlad, it still was nowhere near Vlad's own.
The horrid woman had picked up on Leila's discomfort nearly immediately, despite her best attempts to hide it. Leila almost wished she didn't know that tidbit, but what with Annette introducing herself bluntly as one of Vlad's old lovers there hadn't been much Leila could do about that.
Her obvious attempt to cause distress in Leila had immediately enraged Vlad, for why else would Annette see fit to introduce herself in such a way other than to hurt his wife. Before he could start in on Annette, Leila had stopped him.
She'd dealt with worse than that hussy before and she'd told him so. It wasn't worth putting her on a pole, no matter how appealing the thought was at the moment, just because she thought she could come into their home and cause them problems. Leila had been sure to stare right into Annette's eyes when she'd continued on to flatly declare that nothing she could do would come between them.
The reassurance had calmed Vlad, but he made a point of ordering Annette to wait in a guest room while Cat talked with him. Leila would have gone with them, but Vlad had mentioned the reason he'd wanted to talk to Cat was something to do with a surprise for her, so she had to sit this one out.
His concern was touching and she'd be lying if she said watching Vlad order Annette to stay in one of the guestrooms until their business was done didn't satisfy her. By the flash of protectiveness she'd felt before he walled himself off, he knew that Annette was a valid threat to Leila's confidence and like usual for him he'd made sure to deal with it in his own way.
Her husband was romantic in his own terms and she'd have him no other way. But even as she thought back on how he'd handled Annette, she couldn't shake the discomfort that something was wrong.
Just as she reached their bedroom door, the last place she'd expected him since he'd been talking with Cat in his study, she heard a very familiar feminine voice that should not be anywhere near their room.
Before she could investigate, a flash of burning rage shattered the wall Vlad had put up and concern had her nearly running through the doors. The sight that met her made her own wrath lurch to the surface.
Annette had Vlad's head clamped between her hands, her mouth trying to devour his as smoke poured off his arms. Amidst her own newfound bloodlust for the red head, Leila felt a potent disgust and violation that had her moving to intercept before she could think to do otherwise.
Before Vlad had a chance to turn her into a walking bomb, Leila's whip lashed out and wrapped tightly around Annette's waist. With a sharp movement, Leila flung her across the room, feeling a vindictive pleasure when she heard bones snap and flesh burn under her whip.
Vlad spun to face Leila, understanding dawning as he glowered at Annette. He thought she might try something to further needle Leila's confidence but he'd never expected this. Seeing the carefully blank expression on Leila's face, he moved to reassure her. Surely she didn't believe he would do anything with this English whore?
Leila cut off anything he was about to say, his worry abating to be replaced with pride at her words. "You seem to have acquired a bitch that won't stop humping your leg there honey. Unless you have a complaint, I'll be retraining her to not hump people that aren't just taken, but very taken."
A smile curled his lips as he easily moved to wrap his arm around his wife and tug her against his side. "No objections at all My Darling, however might I suggest moving this to the dungeons? They are built for these things and our chambers are no place for retraining."
Leila leaned against him but didn't relax, still poised and ready to rip Annette apart the second she made a move toward Vlad. How dare that bitch, there's no way she thought Vlad was going to leave Leila so she must have planned it for Leila to walk in just when she did in an attempt to start a fight if not break them up. As broken up as a vampire marriage could get at least…
Rage and pity curled through her in equal parts, did this tramp seriously think she'd ever see something like that and not take Vlad's side?
She couldn't stop her scoff at the thought, turning to Vlad she responded while crinkling her nose at Annette's scent that now clung to his front. "Valid point, but you need a shower first and foremost. You wreak like that whore and while I know you didn't have a willing part in that, her scent is going to drive me nuts until it's gone. I'll drag her back to the dungeon by her hair and if she resists," she stopped to give a careless shrug. "I'll start cutting off limbs until she isn't resisting anymore."
The ruthless gleam that forewarned of vampire territorialism in her eyes told him that she wasn't bluffing in the slightest. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Annette shudder while trying to crawl further back into the wall she'd crashed into. The sight brought satisfaction and pride. Usually he would personally handle her after such a stunt, but seeing the rage curling through Leila at the former whore, he made an exception. Had a man tried such a thing with his wife, he would be the one to handle it. While she was more than capable, instinct demanded that he rip apart anyone who touched her in such a way. He wouldn't refuse her the right to do the same.
"I whole heartedly approve of your plan, before I go take that shower though…" He tightened his arm around her waist until she was plastered to his side. Using his free hand, he wound his fingers into Leila's hair and pulled her into a kiss that had her toes curling in her shoes.
She could have purred in happiness for his obvious show in front of his ex. Mentally she made a note to thoroughly thank him later for letting her deal with this, she knew it wouldn't be easy especially considering Annette had touched him in such a way without his permission. She'd make sure he knew she appreciated it.
And if her hand that wasn't charged happened to slip down to squeeze his behind in full view of where Annette still laid crumpled against the wall? Well, it was completely accidental on Leila's part and no one would know aside from his ex…
Feeling the squeeze, Vlad smirked into the kiss. Leila didn't get possessive often, this being one of the few times he'd seen it in their relationship, but each time this side of her came out to play it was insanely arousing. Nothing made him happier than seeing that glint in her eyes that promised an excellent evening of being claimed by her.
Mentally, he began moving around the various meetings he previously planned for today. He knew that his afternoon would need to be free now, and possibly tomorrow's as well depending on how late Leila kept him captive in their bedroom. Not that he would be resisting… Thankfully none of the meetings were vital and could be easily shuffled off, even if they were important he couldn't bring himself to mind. What was some minor paperwork or dealing with a local noble's ruffled feathers compared to the night he was about to have?
Feeling himself beginning to react, he pulled back from her mouth reluctantly. Later, he reminded himself. Before anything happened, he needed to wash that wretch's scent off him. Even if it didn't bother Leila, it immensely irritated him.
"Apologies, but I had a foul taste in my mouth that I wanted to be rid of and what better way than tasting you?"
He knew that Leila didn't mind in the slightest, but the barb sent Annette's way made a smile tug across Leila's mouth, the amusement clearly showing as he turned to leave.
"Be quick darling, I will most likely need your assistance reaching certain areas and you can always play with her later."
He caught the green flash of Leila's eyes in the reflection of a shield above the fireplace as he left for the bathroom with the absolute certainty that it wouldn't be long until she joined him.
Leila watched as Vlad's back disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of his clothes hitting the floor and the water starting making her ache to follow him and run her hands over every inch of his skin that she had touched.
Forcing herself to focus, she moved toward Annette's crumpled form with purpose. The sooner she dumped this bitch in the dungeon, the sooner she could join Vlad in what sounded like a very fun evening.
She'd never really had reason to be territorial with Vlad before, what with his no touching rule he kept away from women without needing to be asked. She'd been lucky in that regard so far, but seeing this sleaze rubbing on him made a rage unlike any other bloom in her.
Leila's mother had suffered for years because of a woman who knowingly slept with a married man. It hadn't only been Hugh's fault, after all it took two to cheat and the other woman had known he'd been married when they started fucking one another. That woman had gotten a thrill out of taking Hugh from her mother, despite having never met her mother before. The fact that this tramp in front of her was of the same ilk as the person who had caused so much pain in her childhood made her rage bubble dangerously below the surface.
Leila didn't give her a chance to get away before her hand fisted into the red hair and yanked her up. When she started to tug away, she snapped her whip in warning and a reminder of her previous promise. Annette went completely stiff and pliant as Leila dragged her bodily from her and Vlad's room.
The guards did a double take as she passed them, but wisely said nothing. One quietly began to follow her, Samir knew that he might be needed and it was better he was readily available should that be the case.
Leila began to talk to Annette as she moved with clipped strides toward the basement. "Did you really think that I was going to break it off with Vlad because I saw you force yourself on him? Even if I did believe Vlad was the type to cheat, I still would have stayed to hear his side of the story."
Annette didn't answer, her silence confusing Leila until Bones turned the corner and both his eyebrows went up at the picture they made. Cat was one step behind him, but instead of the protectiveness Leila could easily see in Bones's eyes, Cat's held amusement.
"What is going on here?" Leila felt the tension in the air thicken until she could cut it with her whip. If she wasn't so used to Vlad and his terrifying moods, Bones's tone might have scared her. But she lived with the dragon, and Bones was nothing more than an angry kitten in comparison to Vlad on a bad day. Despite her lack of fear, she felt Samir tense from behind her. Her loyal friend was ready to spring on Bones the second he breathed wrong in her direction. Focusing on the now, she addressed his question.
"Your bitch decided to hump the leg of my husband. Specifically she had her tongue down his throat and timed it so I walked in just in time to see it. If you didn't want me to handle it then you should have kept your dog on a shorter leash…Or trained her not to hump married people." Leila put as much cold indifference in her tone as possible, channeling her husband's icy anger and Cat flinched back and Bones paled.
"Bloody fucking hell Annette, not again!" The statement was paired with his hands coming up to run through his hair in frustration while Cat let out a low whistle.
"You really fucked up this time. I doubt Bones is going to be able to get you out of this one unscathed. Didn't you learn from when I beat your ass in our fight?"
Bones sent her a frustrated look, "Apparently she didn't."
It would have been amusing if Leila wasn't impatient to get back to a very naked Vlad who she dearly wanted to run her hands over every inch of his skin. Pushing past the pleasantries, she addressed Bones.
"This is a common problem I take it. Well, since whatever you did last time didn't stick, I guess it's my turn to attempt to teach her a lesson. I know Vlad will want his own say…after we're finished with out evening."
Cat smirked at the last sentence, knowing full well what it meant. When Bones looked like he was going to argue, she tugged on his arm to pull him away. "Honey, if someone tried this shit with me you'd be tearing them apart with your teeth. We knew this was a possibility when Annette specifically requested to come visit Vlad, we warned her of the repercussions, she chose this."
All of the fight left Bones in a whoosh of air. Reluctantly he wrapped his arm around Cat before nodding, to Annette's disbelief. "Very well. Leila, while I wouldn't allow anyone in Annette's position to live, I ask that whatever you do let her still be above ground and not withering when you give her back."
That was easy to do since Leila had no plans to kill her, harm her until she wished she was dead? Absolutely, but killing in anything other than self defence would never be her thing.
She nodded, "Wasn't going to kill her anyway. But you're going to have a fun time convincing Vlad not to."
As she continued her path to the dungeon, she heard Cat let out a hiss and Bones groan. "Fuck, she's right. I'm only surprised Vlad hasn't killed her yet."
Cat's words made Leila smile, if only she knew that he had done it out of respect for her. Shaking off the warmth the thought gave her, Leila nodded to the guard of the dungeon as she passed him.
The people bowed to her as she passed, no one batting an eye at her physically dragging their 'guest' through the halls despite the oddity of the sight. Then again, they could probably hear some of what happened, she'd left the door open in her haste to separate Annette from Vlad after all. If anything, they'd be happy to see Annette's treatment after pulling such a trick on their beloved voivode.
"I am fifty two flavors of done with you and your bullshit. Make no mistake, the next time I come down here it will be with Vlad and you won't like what we do. But I have a considerably more fun night ahead of me than you do. So we'll see you tomorrow."
That being said, she threw Annette into the nearest cell and turned to the guard. "Hold her here until Vlad and I come back. It will be awhile. No one is allowed to see her and she doesn't leave until then."
The guard bowed smartly before taking up a post outside of her cell. Leila thanked him before making her way back toward their room with clipped strides, all but skipping steps in her haste to get back to her wet and soapy husband.
That was never something to miss under normal circumstances, but right now? She wanted more than anything to devour every inch of him until she was satisfied that both of them smelled of nothing but each other. And she knew just the way to do that…
SMUT FROM HERE DOWN
The bathroom was completely hidden in steam, Vlad's form easily seen from the open shower door. Leila stripped soundlessly, taking a moment to be amused that for once it was her coming into his shower while reeking of the dungeon.
Vlad didn't turn despite having to have heard her, instead he continued to lather his skin without pause. Her arms came up to wrap around him from behind, content for the moment to plaster herself to his back as she trailed kisses down from his neck.
Some of her territorialism drained out at finally having him in her arms and far away from Annette. The amount left over would be there until she got the last of Annette's scent off him, but that wouldn't be far off…
Vlad stopped her progression of open mouthed kisses across the plane of his back by turning until she faced his chest. His hands came up to cradle her jaw, the heat of his hands making her lean his without thought.
"While that is nice, I want more." His mouth claimed hers in a scorching kiss in the next second as he backed her against the wall of the shower. His body bracketed hers as he started to grind forward, the sensual rub between her thighs sparking her arousal as she groaned into his mouth.
He'd managed to clean off most of the scent in the time she was gone, thankfully, if he hadn't she wouldn't have been able to focus on this. She was just clear headed enough to drag both hands into his hair and pull him into another kiss as he let his hands fall to her thighs. Lifting her up, he nudged her legs around his hips and pressed her back against the wall as he used his free hand to guide his length to her entrance.
Waiting until she pulled back, he leaned forward until his mouth brushed her ear and growled in the same instant he sheathed himself inside of her. "I'm yours, no one else's. And you, my lovely bride, are ravishing when you decide to stake that claim."
The sudden fullness and his words wrestled a moan from her, one that he felt reverberate through him from their connection. Burying her teeth into his shoulder, she heaved herself down on him, setting a punishing pace as her nails bit into his chest where they'd slid down to trace over his nipples.
His legs nearly lurched out from under him at her sudden, only his arm lashing out to balance them against the wall keeping them standing while she drove down onto him with a passion born from rage that someone else would dare touch what was hers.
Giving up on standing, he slid both of them down to the floor and pressed her flat to the wall. She hissed in frustration at the sudden stop to her rapid pace, but the hiss broke off into a moan as he took over. Spreading her legs further, he lifted her just high enough to hit as deep as he could go while keeping his current pace. The feel of him burrowing deeper than he'd ever been before sent her nails raking across his back, the feel of something other than water under her nails not registering as he moaned and rocked against her.
Every thrust seemed to reach into her and claim all he touched as his, branding and molding her channel to him as his body heat burned almost painfully with every slide of his cock. Removing her teeth from his shoulder, she slammed against him. Her current position was nice and all but she wanted to be more active in their love making and this was not the position for that.
She felt Vlad's chuckle against her ear, but he switched their positions without complaint until she straddled him against the wall. She didn't waste a minute, shifting her knees to cradle his hips as her hand reached down to grip and position his length, before allowing gravity to hilt him inside her.
Throwing her head back at the easy slide, her moan was broken on a harsh cry as his hips pistoned up from their place under her. Meeting his thrusts motion for motion, she lost herself to the feeling as her peak inched closer. The thickening length inside of her pulsed, both warning signs that his end was near too.
Allowing the last of her control to slide away, she entangled her fingers in his hair and dragged him into a kiss as she braced above him. Focusing her energy, she used the muscle control she'd gained from years of gymnastics to tighten her channel until it locked around him. The action brought his movements to a grinding halt as her muscles held him in place, not allowing for him to even pull out.
A choked shout came from below her as he twisted his hips to grind against her clit, dragging her with him into his climax as she vibrated around him. If she was still human she'd be panting for air and possibly going in search of the nearest cigarette but instead she slumped forward while ignoring the pain in her knees. Vlad caught her, lifting her just enough to slide out while settling her against his chest.
The water ran over both of them, washing away the evidence of their activities as they came down from their respective highs.
Vlad recovered first, to neither of their surprise. Turning off the water, he carried her to their bed before collapsing over top of her like a living blanket.
The warmth that poured off him made her cuddle closer, enjoying the scent that was solely them as she slid in and out of a contented doze.
"I love you Leila, never forget that."
His words dragged her back to the present, confusion painting her face as she looked up at him. What was he-? Oh!
It clicked in the next instant what he was talking about. Lifting her hands to cradle his jaw, she dropped a languid kiss against his mouth. "I know you do and I love you too. Always will. Nothing is ever going to change that. For the record, I know you're nothing like Hugh. I didn't for a minute believe that ruse from earlier, because I know you. You would never cheat, it's so far beneath you it's not funny."
He hummed in agreement, the vibration against her cheek making her curl closer and inhale their scent, happy to finally not smell her anymore. Again, he dragged her out of her daze when he spoke.
"I would never disrespect you or myself in such a way. Besides, you are the only woman I will ever want, and nothing will ever change that."
Warmth rolled through Leila as the bond opened and his love wrapped around her with the most comforting hug that only he was capable of providing. Melting into his chest, she dropped a kiss above where his heart laid silent. "You're all I've ever wanted, all that's been missing from my life and I'm happy to finally have you. Nothing will tear us apart again, we'll massacre anything that tries."
His agreeing hum was muffled in her ears as the dawn drained the rest of her energy. His arms wrapped around her, tightening into a cradle as she allowed sleep to claim her.
"Have sweet dreams, My Darling."