A/N: Lemons, Kiley's POV.

Chapter Ten

Kiley awoke in the darkened room. She was momentarily disorientated, but then her memories came tumbling back. She wasn't sure if she was ashamed or not as she remembered the details of the night before. She had let that wicked creature have his way with her. Right, she told herself, you weren't exactly a passive participant, now were you?

She was lying in bed and was naked with just a sheet over her waist. If she had any doubts about the events of the night before, the arm belonging to a tall, blonde vampire that was draped over her erased them. She was surprised that he trusted her enough to slumber the daylight hours with her by his side. The closeness of his body still caused a flicker of desire within her even after all the times that they had joined with each other and consummated the bond between them. That awful bond. She wished that he had not been so devious as to trick her that way. She would have never allowed him to force her to drink his blood. She could not deny the effects that the bond had on her. It took the physical attraction that she already had for him and magnified it to the point that she had felt powerless to resist it. It had to be the bond, didn't it? There was no way that she could actually have those feelings for him on her own, was there?

He might be a royal prick everywhere else, but in the bedroom, he had been an attentive and considerate lover. At least, he had been with her. He had pleased her first and ensured that her first time was incredible. And it had been incredible, thought Kiley. She didn't have any experience, but she had heard talk and whispers and knew that what she had experienced was way outside the normal range for performance and skill. It still had hurt, but he had made her forget the pain. His blood had soothed her afterwards and made the other times feel like nothing she had ever even dreamed about.

That had been close, though, she thought. She had been surprised when he wanted her to drink his blood. She had instinctively known that would increase his hold over her. At least, he had relented and not tried to force her. She would have fought back, otherwise. His power over her was already too strong and Kiley would not let him increase it.

He had been aroused and ready again after that, remembered Kiley. She had wantonly took him in her hand and moved it along his shaft. When she saw the effect that she had upon him, she gripped him tighter. He began to move his hips and gently thrust into her hand and Kiley matched the rhythm of his thrusts with the speed of her strokes. She had paused a moment to explore the other heavy mass in his groin. When she cupped him and squeezed him within her hand, he had moaned in pleasure. She had never had the male form so revealed to her and she wanted to touch him and explore the differences between them. She retook him within her hand and resumed her efforts. When an inadvertent twist caused him to moan, she added the twisting motion to her strokes.

Finally, he had removed her hand and rolled her on top, so that she straddled him. When she felt the hardness of his cock between her splayed legs, she tensed and gripped his waist, remembering the pain instead of the pleasure.

He stopped and caressed her, saying, "Relax, it won't feel the same. I promise."

He paused and took the time to relax her by kissing her. He moved his hand between them and began to massage her and arouse her until she felt the need to feel him within her. This time when he entered her, she met his motion with her own. A gasp escaped from her as she only felt the pleasurable sensation of feeling him push his entire length inside. He began to move with a now familiar rhythm. Kiley gripped his waist and thought that nothing had ever felt this good. She was already riding waves of ecstasy when she began to move against him and take her own pleasure from him. Instead of insisting on his dominance, he handed the reins over to her and allowed her to set the pace. They seemed to be like that, she thought now, able to pass the control back and forth between them as if they were dancing to a complicated dance that they both knew the steps to. She had caused him to come first and as he arched into her and groaned with release, she continued to move along his still erect shaft until she came with a shudder and the world went away except for just the two of them joined together.

He had pulled her down and kissed her, long and deep with his tongue and said, "You are perfect."

Nuzzling her earlobe, he added, "I want to do that again."

And so they did. Again and again. Until the rays of the sun peaked over the horizon and Eric fell into his daytime slumber and Kiley gave into her own exhaustion and slept.

She now began to slip out from under his arm. He seemed dead to the world, but was he? Slowly, she eased away from him without disturbing him. She stood at the bed side and looked down on him. Just the sight of him created the longing to feel him within her arms again. Was it that awful bond still at work? When would it wear off? He was gorgeous and she had never denied that. Now, with his features relaxed and soft and his hair tousled, he was very tempting. The sheet covered him from the waist down, exposing his lean muscles for her. It seemed almost as if the devil had posed this way before going to sleep in order to tempt her back into bed with him. He was devious enough that she didn't put it past him. She found herself tempted to pull down the sheet and gaze at him in all his glory. Pervert, she told herself. Although, he was also well aware of the effect his nakedness had on her and he certainly wouldn't mind her taking a peek.

She consciously turned her eyes away from him and gathered her clothes. She went into the bathroom and cleaned up because she reeked of sex and his scent. There was no way she could even think coherent thoughts with that to distract her. She snooped slightly when she came out and found evidence that Sheriff Northman had not totally trusted his ability to control her with his charm. She gazed at the restraints that she had found along with a pair of gloves. A chill went through her as she realized that he knew her weakness. Perhaps, it was a good thing that she had coupled with him and convinced him that she was truly his. Even if it did make her feel guilty for indulging an urge without having feelings for him. She didn't have feelings for him, she was absolutely sure of that, wasn't she? For, if he had used these on her, there would be no escape possible for her. She kept her fingers carefully away from the silver links of the chains and the silver handcuffs. Silver. It was weird that they both shared the same vulnerability. Silver would hold her fast no matter which form she was in.

She turned her thoughts back to the Sheriff. He thought that he was now her master. He expected to wake up and find her within his arms and begging for more sex. He was so confident of his hold over her that he had not even bothered to restrain her. Kiley doubted that anyone that he had gifted with the treatment that he bestowed upon her last night had ever defied him. She had to admit that it was tempting to not resist. To climb back into bed and wait for him to wake and do all those things again to her. It had been so good, she thought. At least, in the bedroom, he seemed willing to share control with her. But, once out of that bed, they were not equal. There would be no sharing of power and she would obey his wishes. She didn't want to spend her life as a vampire's pet. She would not be able to dissociate her feelings from the sex. Even with one night of passion, she felt those conflicting emotions. She would come to care for him and love him because of the bond and the way he made her feel when he touched her. And then, like all vampires, his roving eye would find something new to occupy his attentions. Her heart had been broken once before, she could not feel that pain again. It was self-preservation, plain and simple, she told herself.

She couldn't kill him, that was obvious after last night. And now, he had another terrible power to hold over her. It was possible that she might develop a resistance to it with time and practice. But, he would use that power on her again as soon as he found her gone at sundown. She only had one card left to play and she hoped that it was worth enough to buy her freedom. She wrote a note for him, took some cash and his phone, and left him peacefully sleeping as she slipped out of the room.

Walking down the hallway, she called Parker.

"Parker, it's me," she said.

"Kiley, are you alright?" asked Parker. "I've been so worried."

"I'm fine. I...I was able to escape," said Kiley. "Is everything still ready for me to leave the country?"

"Yes, of course," said Parker.

"Then, I'll meet you at the airport," said Kiley.

She hung up and continued out of the Hotel. She planned on being very, very far way when Sheriff Northman woke up this evening.

As Kiley stood at the curb outside the Hotel and waited for a cab, she was not aware that a car with two occupants kept creeping closer behind her. It was a that moment, that a man walking past her and heading into the parking lot diverted course. He quickly stepped behind her and threw a silver chain around her neck. As Kiley gasped and almost collapsed in shock, he manhandled her to the waiting car. Kiley cried out in pain as he pushed her into the backseat and snapped a pair of silver handcuffs on her, pinning her arms behind her back. When he settled her into the back seat and sat next to her, she could see that he was wearing gloves. She knew he was also susceptible to silver and realized what he was. Werewolf, she thought. Her skin hurt where the silver touched it and it caused her to be drained of energy, but it did not damage her. The werewolf wound the chain around her neck and left it.

Another werewolf sitting in the front seat turned around and looked at her. She recognized this werewolf as Shane's pet, Josh. He sniffed at her and smiled.

"Shane might not be so happy to hear that you are cheating on him," said Josh. "Because I can smell the scent of sex and vampire all over you that even a shower can't get rid of. Will someone roll down a window, because I don't think I can stand to smell that all the way back to Arkansas."

Kiley felt a wave of fear. She was smart enough to realize that she was now a liability to Shane. The most sensible thing for him to do as a vampire would be for him to eliminate her. Especially, since he was aware that Eric Northman could find her. Yet, if he only wanted to kill her, the werewolves would have already done that. She was also smart enough to realize that Shane might view what happened between Eric Northman and her as a betrayal. Vampires were a jealous bunch. He just might decide to let the werewolves have her when Josh told him. But, Shane would be able to detect the change in her status, wouldn't he? Like all vampires, they could sense when someone was a virgin. Or not. Kiley angrily thought that none of the problems that she now found herself in would be occurring if Shane had not sent her to spy on Sheriff Northman in the first place.

The werewolf beside her moved closer to her and placed a hand on her thigh. Kiley flinched away from his touch.

"Don't touch me," said Kiley.

"Werewolves not good enough for you?" he replied.

"Don't lay a finger on her," ordered Josh from the front seat.

"Don't tell me that you're sweet on her too," said the werewolf.

"No, But Sheriff Collins will kill anyone who touches her," said Josh. "He has...feelings for her."

The werewolf moved away. Kiley felt her dread and apprehension growing with every mile closer to Arkansas that they became.