WARNING the following chapter contains sexual content that might make a few of you uncomfortable. The only advice I can give is to suck it up, or don't read it at all. Sorry, it get a little….ahem…bondage-y.
Sabin, still bare-chested, had decided to throw on a shirt before we went to the Alpha's office, so I remained in the kitchen with Rendall while he disappeared upstairs. The huge wolf didn't speak, not that I really expected him to, but I felt safe enough around him now that it didn't matter. I wanted more than anything to ask him what exactly he'd done to Tate, but after Sabin's little episode felt a bit nervous to breach the subject. It didn't matter because Rendall apparently could read minds.
"You shouldn't think about it." He grumbled in his deep, rough voice. It was obvious he didn't want to talk, either to me or at all, but he was trying his best. "Bastard isn't worth it."
"Aren't I supposed to face the situation or something?" I muttered back, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. "I've heard I'm supposed to talk about it to somebody."
"Would that really help?" He asked, crossing his big arms. "Would reliving it make it better?"
I shook my head, taking a deep breath and shuddering at the image of Tate's smile. I wondered if I would dream of the bastard. "Not in the least."
"Then don't." Rendall replied and that was the end of it.
Sabin joined us a few minutes later dressed in fresh clothes, and offered me his best charming smile. "Let's get this over with. What say you?"
"Aye." I nodded and he motioned toward the Alpha's thick wooden door like a general ushering in troops. I giggled at the image and followed the friendly mammoth down the hallway.
We were the first in. Malachi stood at the wide bookshelf that took up the wall behind his desk. When he noticed us, his eyes went directly to me and he pulled on a smile that didn't reach his eyes soon enough to be genuine. Sabin was the last inside and as soon as he'd shut the door, Malachi was moving forward, motioning toward the chairs in front of his desk.
"Please sit, Mira." He leaned back against the front of his desk, and I took my place, feeling nervous to be under his scrutiny. His face became very serious once he'd glanced at his son beside me and he templed his hands beneath his chin, sighing heavily.
"I was given the news a moment ago. It seems there was more than one incident today." His gaze slipped back to Sabin, who cast his eyes on the floor. Malachi turned back to me and I was startled when he took my hand. "If there is anything we can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask."
"I wouldn't give her that much leeway, sir." Sabin smirked, pushing at my shoulder gently when his father moved back around his desk. He was trying to relax me. Apparently I wasn't good at pretending the Alpha didn't unnerve me. I wasn't even sure what it was about him that made me nervous. His eyes perhaps, they were too hard, maybe even a little cruel. Perhaps my glimpse at Sabin's childhood through Taint had colored my opinion.
Malachi settled into his leather chair and folded his hand on top of his desk. He looked gravely serious again and met my eyes levelly. I did my best not to shrink back into my chair, but I'm not sure it was working because Sabin took the chair beside mine and laced our fingers below the desk, out of sight. The others didn't seem to notice, or they didn't let on. Then again, maybe Sabin was just good at reading me. The thought brought on equal parts worry and interest.
"Any unfavorable feelings you might bear toward our Ejecutor is completely understandable."
"You're what now?" I interrupted, arching a brow. Malachi's eyes narrowed a moment, but he covered his irritation quickly. This one wasn't used to being interrupted apparently. Sabin was quick to cover the silence.
"Ejecutor is Spanish. It means Enforcer. Tate is one of many martinets for our Alpha, as are Rendall and I. We are like your leech, disciplinarians and soldiers for our General."
I sat back in my chair pulling my hand from his to look at him. "You do the dirty work?"
He paused, gauging my expression, but nodded. "When I must."
That meant the wolves killed as well, if less than vampires. More importantly, that meant that Sabin killed. I didn't take his hand again, but respected the fact that he was honest with me. That was better than what I usually got.
"Yes, well," Malachi cleared his throat. "That being said, we are aware that your Isaac is well within his right to seek retribution, should he feel that this incident was an affront against him." He looked me directly in the eyes again, making me go still. "I wish there was a more delicate way to handle this, but it seems we have little time before your vampire arrives. I must ask that, should you tell him about what has happened, you refrain from-"
This time I interrupted him on purpose for being an asshole. "Refrain from what, telling him what really happened?" I scoffed and pulled down the turtle neck of my shirt, flashing the shiny new hand shaped bruise around my throat, "So I'll tell him this was just an over-zealous hug right?"
He held up a hand to placate me, "Please understand that I am in no way discounting the severity of the situation. I assure you, whatever punishment these men have dealt," he caste them both a look that said he wasn't completely pleased by their hasty action, "Will not be all that they receive. It is a serious crime to our people to touch a woman who in unwilling, whether she is one of our own or not."
He seemed to have tacked on that last part for my benefit. I knew better than to think that this courtesy ever extended to women outside their pack. Malachi wanted me to keep Isaac from killing any of his men, by downplaying what had happened, and he was a jackass if he I thought I took it for anything but what it was. I bet he would have asked me to keep it quiet completely if I hadn't gotten the telling bruise. I liked this man less and less, and I'd talked with him the least out of them all.
"I'll do what I can." I finally bit out, glancing at Sabin. He was stiff in his seat, obviously no more pleased by this than I was. Malachi offered him a quick look then nodded my way.
"I hesitate to thank you for something so unsavory."
"You should." I snapped, fully aware that with my tone and my eyes I was challenging the werewolf, but at this point I didn't much care. Sabin was right, I was full of rage, and right now just a little had escaped toward the Alpha. He watched me a moment, expression darkening just a little and I think he might have commented on this had one of the other wolves not come into the office.
"They are here sir." He said, bowing his head in respect. Malachi nodded, keeping his attention on me a moment longer before motioning that the wolf leave.
"Tell them to please come in." he sighed.
"I'm sure they heard you." I said, turning to face the door. The room was quiet, but I'm not sure if my comment had unnerved them. Either way I felt a slight twisted pleasure from saying it.
Three other wolves, which I could only assume were Ejecutors too, filed into the office and took their places around it. Feeling a little anxious, I pulled up the neck of my shirt and stood up, grabbing the back of my chair. Outside the thick office door I could hear muffled voices and a few of the wolves snickered.
"Sounds like she's in a mood, Sabin," one of them grinned.
"Better git your flak jacket on." Another added. Sabin only sighed heavily and seemed to mentally ready himself. Jesus, you would have thought he was gearing for war by the look on his face. I half expected a monster to storm into the room.
Sanura however was the first to enter the room, and in an instant it was quiet, though I was smiling. She saw me, and gave me a quick once over, checking to see that I was in one piece, then returned my smile and moved across the room to me in a single fluid motion.
The vampire pulled me into a quick hug, but I think she was still checking for injuries, wondering if I'd flinch in pain when she touched me. She frowned briefly at my split knuckles, but I waved it off and she reluctantly ignored them. It was good to know that she'd worried about me, better when she sighed in relief and held me out to smile at me.
"We came as quickly as we could, kitten." Her eyes cut to Sabin and narrowed slightly, "We might have been here sooner if the dog girl hadn't made such a nuisance of herself." Sabin arched a brow at her obvious dislike of him and chuckled to himself. Sanura looked back at me then and her smile fell just a little. She leaned in close and took a quick sniff of me.
"Oh, Mira," she sighed wearily, pulling away from me "Not again. Isaac is going to-"
But the office door was opening and the vampire in question came strolling in, expression unreadable. He had forgone his normal rings and punkish clothing for a pair of dark jeans and a black button-down dress shirt. One hand rested back on his shoulder, his forefinger hooked casually around the chain connecting a set of abnormally thick handcuffs. Behind him, stumbling as she tried to keep up with his quick pace was a smaller girl, just a little shorter than my 5'6.
Accalia wasn't what I'd expected. Instead of an intimidating she-wolf, she was small and slender, though curvier than me, with long, dark red hair that curled tightly down to her mid-back. It was still obvious that she had put up quite the struggle on the way here, as her wrists were rubbed raw where the cuffs touched them. She'd gone so far as to draw blood. When Isaac came to a stop she tried to grumble something at him through the ball of cloth that had been stuffed in her mouth like a gag. The angry string of muffled words came to an abrupt stop however when she saw Sabin.
I watched, clutching the back of my chair as her leafy green eyes turned pale gold, the pupils shrinking considerably. Her fingers, balled into fists and the room filled with her threatening growl. Sabin, who had been sitting casually with his head resting against his hand met her gaze and returned the threat without moving. (Though his growl was far more menacing and everyone knew it) Looking more than livid, she lowered her head submissively and glared holes in the floor.
"It seems you have kept your word, vampire." Malachi smiled as Sanura took the girl's chain from Isaac. "I can't say I'm not surprised."
"You have what is mine, Mr. Lykaios. What would you have done?" Isaac said, moving slowly across the room. When he came to me, he went still, eyes sweeping my form then snapping to Sabin. There was the briefest flash of anger and something else, before his expression went neutral again and he returned to the wolf-girl.
"You see that your little toy is not harmed." Malachi motioned vaguely at me, his tight, businessman smile still in place. Isaac returned it with a close-lipped smile so gray it made me nervous. He was holding back something violent, though I didn't know what I'd done. I'd have to ask Sanura if he didn't yell at me for whatever it was first.
"We tried to keep this one unmarred, but she seemed somewhat unhappy to return to you." The vampire replied, slipping a key from the back pocket of his jeans. "In fact, she attempted to roll out of our car on the highway."
Sabin was still watching Accalia unflinching as she snuck little glances his way. She looked furious and terrified at the same time. What would they do with her once we were gone, I wondered?
"So her wounds are all self-inflicted, are they?" Malachai asked, steepling his hands over his desk and taking a long look at the girl. Isaac nodded, unlocking the first cuff but keeping hold of her raw wrist so that she winced. The sight of her pain seemed to put the other wolves on edge, but Isaac didn't care.
"It was the only thing we could do to assure her return. We couldn't have her really hurting herself. " He caught a slowly moving trail of blood with his finger and brought it to his lips with a short wicked grin.
Seeing this, Sabin shot to his feet with a growl, sending his chair crashing down to the floor. Malachi shouted something I didn't catch and whatever he'd been planning to do was stopped, though the look in Sabin's golden eyes said he wanted to rip Isaac apart. The vampire, however, had not flinched and now only watched the wolf mockingly as he unlocked the second cuff and tossed them to Sanura.
"You may remove her gag as well, vampire. I'm sure we would all like to hear her reasoning for all of this trouble." When Malachi looked at her, Accalia's rage melted to simple fear and she tried to hide her face with the tangled red hair around it. Isaac, apparently in a mood, reached up and jerked the cloth from her mouth roughly, tossing it on the Alpha's desk. It was meant to be an insult of some kind, I knew that much, and it was obvious Malachi took it that way by the lighter color of his eyes, though he didn't say anything.
The wolf-girl growled again short and oddly feminine, before distancing herself from the vampires and moving toward me. I seemed to be in the neutral territory between both parties, so I didn't feel threatened by this. Rubbing her wrists, she looked between the members of her pack and sighed.
"So?"Isaac smiled, "What did prompt such a stupid plan?"
I shot him a look which she caught for being needlessly rude, but Sabin answered before she could.
"It's a game we play together." He smiled moving slowly to right his fallen chair as he spoke. Accalia's eyes never left him, and this close, I noticed she was trembling. Sabin gripped the back of his chair once it was back in place and leaned into it, titling his head at the girl who was supposed to be his mate. "She runs from me, I catch her, and drag her back."
"You didn't even look for her this time." I said, crossing my arms. He glanced my way before meeting her eyes again meaningfully.
"Yes, well. The game has lost some of its charm as of late."
"You can't have me."
The room quieted as Accalia finally spoke. Her voice was strong, though she was so small. She sounded sure and angry, holding herself strait as she spoke to him, watching the calm slide from his expression.
"Even if you lock me away in that cage forever." She said, "I will never be yours."
Sabin's lips peeled back from his teeth to reveal that they had taken on a distinctly canine caste, all sharp, and as terrible as the resonating snarl that came with them. Accalia flinched back, but didn't look away from him, which only made things worse. In fact, the longer she held his eyes, the paler and more animalistic they became. She was challenging him despite her fear and a part of me liked her for that. This one had balls, that was for sure.
"Come now, dearest," Malachi soothed, obviously trying to stop the fight before it happened and calm his son, "You mustn't blame your husband. He was only worried about you."
She laughed harshly. "Oh, right!" she said, voice full of angry sarcasm, "He was so worried that he went to that weasely little bitch, Cassidy for comfort?" She turned her glare back to Sabin, "I can smell her stink on you from here, you bastard."
The wolf returned her glare and tightened his grip on the chair until the wood cracked. "You know exactly what that means, Cali. Don't make it into something vulgar just to yell at me."
She shook her head, then whipped her hand out toward me. I sucked in a breath as her fingers gripped my hair and she yanked me closer. "And what about this one?" she asked, her voice dropping a pitch and losing a bit of its smoothness. She ducked down to take a loud sniff of my neck and growled, "The bitch smells like she took a bath in you, Sabin. Explain that one away."
Was that what had made Isaac scowl? Well shit, to him it must have smelled as if I'd been throwing myself into the arms of every wolf here. That was just fucking great. As if he wasn't already pissed enough about Cernunnos, now I'd have to explain this one. Wonderful.
"No no no. We didn't-"
I jumped when Sabin's chair finally gave beneath his fingers with a loud snap. The wolf grit his dangerously sharp teeth, curling and uncurling his fingers. Looking closer I realized they were claws now, his fingers longer than they had been before and slowly growing.
"What about you, Cali?" he asked, voice now rough and oddly hollow like hers. More of a growl than anything and I wondered if their throats were shifting along with the rest of their bodies in their rage.
"Were there no meat-boys this time?"
"And if I said there were?" she challenged, stepping toward him and releasing me as he matched her step.
"Puta infiel." He seethed in Spanish.
"Oh, I'm the cheating whore?" she laughed caustically, "You're right, and I'm sure at no point did you come on to that little bitch over there."
"Enough children." Malachi's voice carried over the room with such authority that even I felt a little embarrassed for what had happened. Sabin, who looked as if he'd been on the verge of attacking her, drew back a step with great difficulty. Accalia, however, crossed her arms over her chest and cocked out a hip. Gone was the fear from before. Now she was just pissed…and her ears were pointed.
"Mira," Isaac said suddenly, his voice the soft calm that meat he was truly furious, "Kindly move away from the unstable dogs."
Accalia's eyes flashed before she turned to me with an understanding grin. It was slightly unnerving that she could go from rage to this so quickly. "So you're the one he was yackin' on about?" She looked me over and shrugged, "Don't seem worth the trouble."
I gave her a catty smile, "Funny, I was thinking the same about you." It just sort of slipped out. I'd had a shitty day and even though he wasn't being very nice either, I didn't like the way she spoke to Sabin. Was this really the woman he loved? Jesus, how fucked up was that?
Her smile fell and she stared at me a long moment, in which I completely forgot to NOT hold her eyes, but this seemed to be fine with her. With a shake of the head, she laughed, real and happy, patting me hard on the back.
"I like you." She grinned, "I can see why the unfaithful prick over there tumbled with you."
My eyes shot wide and I shook my head, "No. We didn't—I mean, I would never-"
"Save your breath Mira." Sabin said, teeth back to their blunt human state, "Once she's made up her mind, nothing changes it."
From the wall Rendall groaned softly and hung his head, as Accalia marched right up to Sabin. Though she only came up to his shoulder, the girl fisted one hand and stabbed him in the chest with another.
"You talk as if you aren't the most stubborn bastard on this earth. How many times do I have to run away from here for you to get it through your brain that I hate this place?"
"And how much trouble do you have to get into before you realize it's the only home that can keep you safe?" he snapped back.
"This isn't my home." She spat and then, her eyes were shining with tears, whether from grief or rage I couldn't really be sure. "I spend all of my time here in that fucking cage and you tell me I should call this home?"
"You hurt people Cali!" Sabin exclaimed, "What else can we do when you attack everything that comes near you? How many times have you swiped at me? Jesus, woman, it's the only option we have, and the only way we can keep you safe."
"You don't give a damn about keeping me safe." She growled, punching him in the side. Sabin shifted so that he caught very little of the impact and grabbed her wrists. "You didn't even come for me when you found out the leeches had me you bastard."
Sabin laughed incredulously, "You know why I couldn't do that."
"Of course I do," she said, refusing to look at him now, "Because you don't give a shit about me."
The werewolf growled and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes, "You know better."
Accalia blinked away her tears and suddenly threw herself against him. She buried her face in his chest, clinging tightly to his shirt. "I was so scared, Sabin. Their leader told me he'd always wanted a dog. He said he'd keep me on a chain and feed me from a bowl like I was his pet." She sucked in a breath when Sabin grabbed her arms and held her out to look into her face, looking furious again but not at her. "God Sabin, the things he said and his eyes, they were so cold. He made me wear a collar and…" she trailed off and wrapped her arms around his neck, having to stand on her toes to do so. "He made me think I'd never see you again."
"Was this a friend of yours, vampire?" Sabin asked, furious golden eyes snapping up to Isaac.
Accalia sniffled, wiping her eyes. "Daniel." She spat, "He said his name was Daniel."
My attention snapped to Isaac who had gone very still. Sanura watched him a long moment, looking shocked, then reached out to touch his shoulder, but he jerked away.
"If that is all Mr. Lykaios, we will be going." Isaac's voice was far too calm to match the hint of expression I could translate. "I trust from now on that you will keep your dogs off of our land. The next time I fear will not work out as smoothly as this one."
"I understand." Malachi smiled tightly, "As I'm sure you know the same applies to your people. I hope this will be the last time we are forced to endure each other's company."
Isaac nodded and turned on his heal, tracing from the room. Sanura stared after him a long moment, then put on a smile for me and took my hand. I was walked from the room, paused briefly so that Sanura could wink at Rendall and grin at the soft growl he gave in response, and then we were hurrying from the house. They had brought the car this time, and Isaac was pacing beside the driver's side door. When he saw us, he stopped and motioned that we move faster, apparently eager to be rid of this place.
"So Daniel's here?" I asked Sanura as she lead me to the back door. "Is that a bad thing?"
Isaac shot me a sharp glance but Sanura was kind enough to answer me.
"It means he's back in the states." She looked pointedly at Isaac, "That's all it means."
"Just get in the car." Isaac snapped.
Deciding it was best to leave it at that while he was in such a mood, I sighed and opened the door. As I was about to get in however, someone called my name. I looked back to the large house to find Sabin jogging through the lawn. I cast a quick glance in Isaac's direction to see that he was watching the werewolf as if he wanted to tear him apart. Sabin ignored this and grinned at the muttering Sanura as she slid into the car before turning his charming smile on me.
"You were really going to leave without so much as a goodbye?" He tsked, "How rude of you."
I shrugged, "Well you looked like you had your hands full, so…"
"Cali's having a nice stern talking to from Malachi, so I've got some time before she attacks me again." He laughed, "That woman keeps me on my toes."
"I saw that." I said.
"Mira." Isaac snapped to hurry this along. His temper was nearing its limit, but Sabin only shot him an irritated glance and stepped closer to me, taking my hand.
"So it seems I'm never going to see you again." He said slowly, ignoring Isaac's heavy stare. I wish I could do the same. "I'd ask for your number if I wasn't sure this stick in the mud wouldn't screen my calls." He nodded toward Isaac. "That being said, I suppose the only thing I can leave you with is this."
I knew it was coming, but didn't have time to stop him before he'd jerked me into his arms and kissed me. I went stiff, eyes wide, completely at a loss as to what I should do and then he was pulling back. He grinned at my no doubt flabbergasted expression and the homicidal glare he was getting from Isaac now. From her place in the car Sanura groaned and rested her head in her hand.
Sabin tucked my hair behind my ear, never losing his smile and shrugged. I had a sneaking suspicion he'd done it just to fuck with Isaac, and despite the shit I would undoubtedly get for it, I had to admit I admired his fearlessness. Openly kissing me in front of my vampire companion? In my book it took guts.
"Why don't you go back to your wife, Sabin." I said, fighting back my smile with everything I had.
"I trust that if you're ever in Texas again, I'll hear from you."
"Goodbye, Sabin." I said pointedly, but the laughter in m voice gave him his answer.
The werewolf nodded, glancing once more at Isaac and quirking a mocking brow before he turned and jogged back up to the house. In the silence that followed his disappearance, I cleared my throat and snuck a glance of my own at the vampire, finding that he was watching me with an expression that made me a wee bit nervous.
"Kitten, just get into the car." Sanura sighed heavily and I nodded, joining her in the back since there was no way in hell I would sit up front with the moody vampire.
Isaac got into the car without a word and started it up with a little more force than necessary, but I wasn't going to comment on it. Instead, I sat quietly, head down and pretended as if I could feel the looks of both vampires as we drove down the gravel road through the tree and finally off of the wolves' property.
Isaac was driving fast, which I had learned he did when irritated, so I remained quiet for most of the drive. He didn't turn on the radio and Sanura wasn't talking either, so the silence became oppressive rather quickly. Eventually I couldn't stand it anymore and I had to break the quiet.
"He was fucking with you." I murmured, clearing my throat to give my voice volume. Beside me, Sanura shook her head that this was a bad idea, but I ignored it. "I didn't sleep with him." Isaac didn't reply or even acknowledge the fact that I'd spoken, but his grip on the wheel tightened.
"Not that you should care anyway, since apparently you've moved on. I'm just letting you know."
Sanura sighed, and touched my arm gently, "Kitten, this isn't helping."
I frowned and motioned harshly up at Isaac. "I would just like him to act like an adult for once instead of a big baby. I mean, Jesus, Isaac either you hate me or you don't make up your mind. This shouldn't even be a problem. We're never going back there anyway right?"
"Was that what you told yourself while you were playing with your new friends?" He surprised me by replying. I'd been set on talking until I pissed him off enough to say something, but hadn't expected it to happen this quickly.
"Playing?" I asked, arching a brow.
He gave a tight smile and shrugged, as the car jumped up a few more miles per hour. "Well I was trying to put it politely, but if you would prefer I called it fucking…"
"I didn't fuck anybody!" I exclaimed.
"Heavy petting than, however you'd like to put it." He gave a short, humorless laugh, "Really Mira, the least you can do is be honest with yourself. It isn't like I can't smell them all over you."
"I was surrounded by wolves, Isaac, I'm going to smell like them."
He sighed, turning onto the main highway that would lead us back to the hotel. Sanura gave me a pitying look but cleared her throat.
"Sweetie, it isn't your clothes that smell, it's your skin." Then she shot Isaac a glare in the rearview mirror where he was watching us, "Not that it's any of his business anyway."
I didn't respond, in fact I closed my arms around myself and stared down at the floorboard of the car. I knew what they smelled, and it wasn't from a wild night in a wolf orgy. It was Tate and his rat friend Willem. For a moment, I felt sick, and when I glanced up, Isaac was frowning at me in the mirror. I looked down, reaching up to adjust my turtleneck without thinking.
Isaac took my silence for defeat and thankfully flicked on the radio. I listened to Sanura sing under her breath a moment, starring blindly out the window. After a while though, holding myself was not enough and I leaned over to the singing vampire. She smiled to herself and wrapped an arm around me, then continued singing along with Killing Me Softly. I must have had some sort of strange expression on my face because I saw Isaac glance up into the rearview and frown when he saw me, though he never commented. And so, the rest of the ride passed in near silence.
Once we'd gotten to the hotel Sanura began digging through her bags, claiming she needed something flashy to catch her diner tonight. Isaac smiled at this jumping back onto the bed and resting his hands beneath his head. While Sanura went to the bathroom to fix her hair, I decided to get readying for sleep. I wasn't tired, but sleeping sounded better than sitting around and letting Isaac glare at me every time I caught his attention. I didn't even have the drive to tell him how much of a baby he was being about this. The turtleneck was starting to really big me by now, so I kept finding myself adjusting it while I dug for a nightshirt. Isaac must have spotted my bruise because from the bed he chuckled.
"One of your new dog friends get a little too rough?" he asked, mistaking it for passion wounds. I didn't reply, just pulled the neck back over my skin and focused on my bag. Unfortunately, this seemed to peak his interest. "No need to be ashamed, love. Everyone get their whore on every once and a while."
"I'm not a whore." I snapped before I could stop myself, and to my dismay my voice had wavered with emotion. Suddenly Sanura wasn't fixing her hair anymore. She stood in the bathroom door and watched me, glancing meaningfully at Isaac who seemed just as interested in my reaction. He sat up on the bed, titling his head at me, but I cleared my throat and blindly dug through my bag.
"I don't think that was a hickey, Isaac." Sanura murmured and suddenly Isaac was behind me.
I tried to push him away before he could grab my shirt, but the vampire was not easily discouraged. He yanked down the neck of my shirt and his eyes went wide a moment as he saw the full bruise. Sanura looked very much like a worried mother.
"What the hell is that?" Isaac asked, grabbing my arm when I tried to move away from him.
"It's nothing." I saidm but he only laughed harshly and looked at Sanura.
"What did they do to you Kitten?" she asked, trying to sound kind, but I could hear the note of anger in her tone. Isaac didn't even attempt to hide it. He was pissed, and while this was flattering, it was also not good.
"I'm fine, really. Two of the wolves cornered me while I was alone, but they got theirs, so it's not a big deal."
"What did they do?" Isaac asked, his voice slowly slipping into the soft grey thing that meant danger.
I stared at him a long moment then glared at the ground. "Apparently something about my smell drives them a little crazy. Most of the wolves ignored it, but these two… they just scared me a little, that's all. Got a little handsy."
"You smell like antiseptic and blood, Mira. A minute ago I was willing to pass that off as your being to clumsiest human I've ever laid eyes on, but now…"
"What did they do to you?" Sanura demanded.
When I shook my head, Isaac shoved my shoulder, making me fall back against the wall and grabbed my shirt, searching for other wounds. When he'd exposed the gashes I heard Sanura let out a soft hiss of anger.
"Define handsy." Isaac said, his blue and green eyes were slowly darkening to black, while Sanura had already gotten there.
"They…well," I swallowed, unable to meet his eyes anymore now that his pupils had consumed them, "They said I was a vamp-whore and tried to…" I shook away the image, "It's fine though, Sabin and Rendall took care of them. I even got to beat on one of them."
This was meant to placate the angry vampires, but neither seemed to have heard me passed my implication of rape. Isaac's hold on my shoulder had become uncomfortably tight and Sanura snapped her brush in half.
"What did they look like?" Isaac demanded, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.
"No Isaac." I said. If he went back looking for a fight he would get hurt. Maybe he'd take out a few, but there were too many wolves for even him to handle.
"Then I'll rip them all apart." He said and pulled away turning for the door.
I shot forward wrapping my arms around his back and holding tightly. "Please!" I cried, "Don't be stupid."
"I'm being stupid?" he laughed harshly and pulled from my grasp. "You tell me these dogs tried to rape you and I'm being stupid?"
"Just…" I hung my head, "It's over, ok? They were punished and I'm fine now. Just let it go."
"Are they alive?" Sanura asked. When I nodded she hissed, "Then they weren't punished harshly enough."
"Why didn't you call him?" Isaac demanded, "Why the hell didn't you get out of there?"
"I did." I muttered, feeling a swell of anger toward the god who claimed he would protect me. "He didn't answer."
Sanura cursed furiously and move for the door. When I stared to object however, she held up a hand. "I'm going out to find something to eat." Then she fixed Isaac with a stare, "You don't leave her alone." He nodded and she was gone, leaving her next curse behind.
The hotel room lapsed into silence as I fixed my shirt and Isaac moved back to the bed, jaw clenched and fists at his sides. When it was clear that he needed a little time to calm down I went to the bathroom claiming I needed a shower.
Maybe there was something wrong with me, but the fact that he was so enraged by this actually made me feel better. In fact I found myself smiling as I slowly stripped and wrapped myself in a towel, turning on the shower. I needed to get my priorities straight, sure but this was proof that he didn't really hate me, he had just been hurting. Like a child, Isaac lashed out rather than admit to his feelings and that filled me with warmth that eliminated the sickness of my memories of Taint. Fuck him, and fuck Willem. I was fine, and what's more I might not have to leave Isaac at all.
This gave me a terrible and wonderfully stupid idea.
"Isaac, I need a towel." I called through the door, hoping like hell he had listened to Sanura and was still there. At the very least, if this worked I could make sure he stayed.
The old Isaac would have used this opportunity to throw open the door and make me as uncomfortably as possible, but now the bathroom door cracked open and the towel dropped to the floor at my feet. I sighed and grabbed his wrist before he could retract it, dragging him into the bathroom and moving myself between him and the door.
The vampire scowled, taking me in and then glancing around in confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked, not bothering to cover his irritation.
"Getting you to talk to me." I replied slowly. He arched a brow.
"What, is your nudity supposed to keep me interested?" he laughed, shaking his head. "Sorry love, that ship has-"
I grabbed the lapels of his button-down shirt and dragged him into a kiss. So startled was he by this, that he didn't even pull away. In fact, his eyes went wide and he just froze until I pulled back. His eyes weren't black anymore, and that was at least a good sign.
"I'm not trying to tease you, and this isn't some sort of trick, so just shut up and listen, alright?" he only stared at me, patchwork eyes gleaming in confusion.
"I know that you're angry at me, I know what I did was…" I paused, hating that I had to admit this, but knowing it was necessary, "childish. I was being a coward, and I know now that I used Cern to replace you. I don't really care about him and-"
"Stop." He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes, "If this is the part where you tell me you love me, I'd really rather be elsewhere."
I scowled at him, still clinging to his shirtfront. "No Isaac, this is the part where I tell you to shut the fuck up and listen to me for once."
The vampire laughed incredulously, and shook his head. "Sorry, babe, I have better things to do then share feelings." He swatted my hands from his shirt, smoothing it back down, and moved to get around me, but I backed up against the door, blocking his path. He stared me down a moment, and when it became clear that I wasn't going to move, his smile became dangerous.
"Mira," his voice was a threatening silky calm, "Get out of my way, or I will move you."
"No." I snapped, "Damnit, just give me two seconds, you fuck. What is so hard about that? You're being a baby!"
He scoffed stepping away to pinch the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. "Alright, Mira I'm a baby. Now get the hell out of my way."
"Not until you let me say this." But he was done listening apparently, and reached out, grabbing me under my arms and lifting me up off my feet to place me next to the door. I tried to block it again, but he planted a hand on my sternum that kept me in place. As he turned the knob however I grabbed his wrist with both hands, and tugged with everything I could muster.
Thankfully he hadn't expected it, and I managed to pull him off balance and the pair of us tumbled through the shower curtain and into the hot stream of water. In the struggle that followed, I managed to climb on top of him and straddle his waist, pinning both his shoulders down against the tile for all the good it would do.
"Jesus fucking Christ Mira, what is wrong with you?" he demanded, but I scowled down at him and refused to budge.
"Listen to me mother fucker!" I yelled, and his brows rose in humor. I'm sure he was gearing to insult me, but I beat him to the punch.
"I know you don't love me Isaac, I don't think you can, and I know that I piss you off more often than not," his humor melted and he started to push me off, but I shoved him back onto the tile, hurrying to finish before he could run away, knowing I would never get this chance again if he knew it was coming.
"But I also know that I hurt you when I ran away, and that wouldn't happen if you didn't care about me, in your own twisted way. You were furious tonight when you heard about those wolves attacking me. Killing them would have started a war, and even if it didn't there were too many of them for even you to handle, but you didn't care. You wanted to protect me, to avenge me, and thinking back it isn't the first time. You hide behind all this hostility because you think I'm convinced it's all you're capable of, but I know that you feel for me, in some way."
The vampire's hands closed around my wrists and he bent them back until I hissed, pulling away instinctually. He began to lift himself from the tub, despite my being on top of him but I couldn't let him leave.
"You terrify me Isaac, I can't lie about that. Sometimes when you're angry all I can picture is what you did to my friends and it scares the shit out of me, but I know you aren't going to hurt me like that. Not anymore."
"You're wrong." He snarled, but he wasn't pushing me anymore.
"Maybe, but that doesn't change anything. You do care about me Isaac, and I…" I swallowed passed the growing lump in my throat, "I'm ready to admit that I care about you too."
He let his head fall back against the tile with a thunk, closing his eyes against the raining hot water and groaned. "Please stop. This isn't even irritating anymore, it's just uncomfortable."
"Cern doesn't give a damn about me, Isaac, he wants me because he thinks I'm special. I realize that."
"And what makes you think I don't want you for the same thing? I'm a vampire after all, we tend to collect things that benefit us." He didn't open his eyes, but maybe that's because he couldn't have said that with a straight face if he was looking at me. Then again, he'd never had problems lying to me before.
I sighed, hanging my head and pulling my wrists from his grip. He let them go easily enough and I rested them on the tile on either side of his head. Maybe I was the only one ready to open up here, maybe he never would, but I could hope.
At the very least I could do other things.
"I guess I'll have to take that chance." I replied to his short laugh, and then reached down to his soaked black shirt, pulling the first button from its loop. When I'd gotten to the third, he was frowning and finally looked up at me.
"What are you doing?" he asked slowly, glancing between me and my hands as I quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
I shrugged, "That was the part where we share feelings, but you refused so I'm moving on."
"To what exactly?"
"To the part where I seduce you." He arched a brow, staring at me as if he didn't believe what he'd heard, and I continued, pulling open his shirt and trailing my fingers down his tightly sculpted chest. "I was going to wait until we got back to your place, seeing as we're in this disgusting hotel room, but then you got all wet." I smiled mischievously, "I've never seen you sweat, and judging from this I really should have."
"I don't sweat." He replied, still utterly flabbergasted. It was actually rather adorable.
I shrugged, exploring the taught lines of his abdomen, "Well, then I'll have to follow you around with a spray bottle or something."
Isaac, propped himself up on his elbows, frowning. "Did you hit your head? Should I be calling someone? A psych ward perhaps?"
I sat up, readjusting my towel and laughed. "You know I think it has something to do with the wolves. Apparently they pour pheromones into the air more than you do. I've been a little twitchy all day."
"Mhmm." He nodded, but seemed unconvinced. "And you've just suddenly decided to fuck me?"
I frowned at that, "Well, I wouldn't put it that bluntly, but yes." I tilted my head and giggled, I just couldn't help myself. This wasn't going the way I'd expected. "Are you saying you don't want me to, or would you rather do the seducing? You're better at it than me."
The vampire finally smirked, looking down at my hands where I was exploring his chest again, and shrugged. "You're doing alright."
I grinned, feeling a swell of pride at that, being that this was my first time at such an endeavor. Then, with a new feeling of determination, I bent down kissing a trail down his chest. He watched me in silence, a tiny smile on his lips, and the intensity in his eyes made me nervous. I doubted myself, but tried to stuff it down, telling myself that it didn't matter that he had been with countless women before me who undoubtedly knew what to do in this instance.
The thought made my stomach roll, and I tried not to meet his eyes.
I snuck a glance up at him, to find that he was frowning again, his eyes on my throat and when I pulled back, he reached up to brush his fingers over the bruise.
"You can't really want to do this, Mira." He murmured, "Not now."
I took his hand drawing his fingertip into my mouth a moment. "I'm not going to let them ruin me. If anything you'd be making it better."
Then the world shifted, all too suddenly, and I found myself pressed back against the tile wall, my wrists pinned beneath his hand up above my head. It took me a moment to reorient myself, and by then he was smirking again, leaning in to brush a kiss against the corner of my mouth, then my jaw. He stopped at my ear drawing the lobe between his teeth and biting just hard enough that it sent a shiver down my spine.
"Well when you put it that way…" he smirked, "Mind if I take the reins?"
My voice was breathier than I'd intended, but I couldn't help it. "By all means."
He chuckled, moving his kisses to my throat and then pulling back to look me over. By now, my towel was a soggy second skin. Barely clinging on to me, but it didn't for long. He reached out with his free hand, peeling the material away and tossing it across the bathroom onto the floor. Instinctively my knees snapped together, and he paused to meet my eyes. His hand rested against my knee, gently urging them back apart, and I allowed it, fighting my nerves. I couldn't however stop the embarrassed blush that heated my cheeks when his patchwork eyes trailed down to inspect me. When he met my eyes again, he smirked at the sight of it, lifting my knee and hooking it over the rim of the bathtub.
His long, slender fingers, trailed up my thigh, teasingly, and he watched my reactions with more amusement than I might have liked, then very suddenly, he'd released my wrists and grabbed my waist pulling me down onto my back on the tile and reaching behind him to turn off the shower spray.
"First of all, no water, "he said, he sat back on his knees, my legs spread on either side of him and pulled off his shirt. "Lubrication goes right out the window." He twisted the material, ringing the water from it and leaning forward to take my wrists again. Before I could make out my protest he was talking again, wrapping the wet shirt around my wrists and securing them together.
"Don't get me wrong, fun can still be had, but I'm curious as to how much you like this." He placed my bound wrists above my head again, tilting his head to regard me with a very frightening and yet incredibly appealing smile, "How can I do that if I can't get you wet?"
"I get the feeling that I've just gotten myself into more than I'd thought."
Isaac chuckled, giving me a brief nod, "You did. I'm still a bit angry with you Mira, but I know how you can make it up to me."
"Oh?" I asked nervously, squirming a bit beneath him. He nodded trailing his fingers down between my breasts, and continuing lower. He didn't stop until they'd slipped between my legs and then I sucked in a startled breath when they found my clit. "H-how's that?"
The vampire smirked leaning down to search my eyes. "You're going to do everything I ask you to, without question," and here his humor melted, "And if you so much as utter the first syllable of that bastards name, for any reason-"
I nodded frantically, "Agreed."
He arched a brow, then smiled again, slow and wicked. "Good, then tell me, how does this feel?"
I was having a little trouble focusing my thoughts beyond his fingers and the electric vibrations of feeling they were sending through me. "H-how does what feel?"
He didn't respond, just cocked his head to the side, regarding me patiently, and his touch picked up its pace. I sucked in another breath to steady my voice, though it didn't do much good, realizing what he'd meant and feeling a wave of embarrassment, "Isaac I can't-"
He sighed, leaning down to draw my nipple into my mouth, shocking it with his teeth, "Already breaking your word?" he murmured into my skin, "You aren't off to a very promising start, love."
"Isaac…" I began, trailing off when he pushed himself up to stare down at me with mild irritation.
"If you don't answer the question, I'll stop. Those are the rules."
I frowned at this, even though I knew there was no way I wanted him to stop. "You're teasing me." I grumbled, "Making me uncomfortable on purpose."
He smirked, nodding slightly, "I am. And you're stalling. Answer the question."
I let my head thunk against the tile with a groan, "Fuck, alright."
"Without the lip, if you wouldn't mind."
My eyes narrowed. "It feels good." I resisted the urge to tack on a biting, you fuck.
He raised both brows, and I was forced to quiet myself by biting my lip when the first finger slipped inside of me. "Only good?"
My frustration was hard to keep in check, while he continued to tease my clit. The sensation was growing in intensity, becoming almost too much, and I was barely able to speak, let alone provide him the answer he wanted.
"Fantastic." I finally hissed, closing my eyes, "It feels fantastic."
He smiled, far to amused by my difficulty with this. "Wonderful. And this?" Another finger slipped inside of me, working with the other, until I arched up, unable to stop myself, and his teeth closed over the scar from his bite on my throat.
He'd played on my scar before, but never like this, and my head spun at the sudden roar of sensation that flooded through me. It felt as if wicked electric devils were dancing just beneath my skin, they lit me on fire and the feeling of his fingers became so intense that I let out an unintentional moan.
When he pulled back, regarding me with a cool smile, I was panting, my chest heaving up and down beneath him. "I suppose that is answer enough."
Isaac's fingers slipped away to my soft cry of indignation, but he hushed me with a kiss, nipping my lip and he sat up again. Soon after he grabbed the cloth knotted around my wrists and dragged me up as well, looping my arms around his neck so that I remained there. He reached out behind me, bracing us against the wall, while his free hand went between us.
The feeling of his almost bite had not vanished. The echoes of sensation continued even after he had stopped touching me, but without him they only made me ache. I used the cloth to pull myself closer against him, pressing us together and kissed him with everything I had. He chuckled against my mouth, but didn't stop me and slowly I moved my kisses to his throat. On a whim I closed my teeth over his flesh and bit down hard, knowing I couldn't really hurt him.
The vampire sucked in a breath and his fingers knotted in my hair, forcing back my head and claiming my mouth so possessively it made my head spin. He'd unfastened his jeans while I busied myself, and now I felt the brush of his cock on my inner thigh. At first this was a little startling. Yes I wanted him, and yes I was ready for this, but it had all just become stunningly real. He didn't enter me at first. Isaac was still set in his teasing. Instead he stroked himself along my slit, moving slowly, making my quiver.
"Isaac, "I breathed against his mouth, "please."
And he grinned, wicked as the devil. "That's what I was waiting for." He said, before, finally he pushed into me.
Even then he tormented me, giving me only an inch, before withdrawing and starting again. Then it was two, and then three. Each time he gave me a little more, but pulled back before I could really enjoy the feel of him. I couldn't take it, and I tried to hurry him along, pushing down against his cock, but with a chuckle, he retreated completely.
"Be still." He murmured against my throat, and once again I felt his teeth on my scar. Once again my skin was lighting up like I'd swallowed a lightning bolt, and my forehead fell against his shoulder. I moaned loudly when he pushed into me again. Starting slow, continuing to tease me.
This was my punishment, to have him, but gradually. On his terms, and they were nearly impossible to take. I trembled against him, my breath coming soft and shallow, and his coming hardly at all. My fists had clenched tightly in their bindings, fighting the urge to struggle for freedom. I had the feeling that if I tried he would stop again, and I couldn't allow that. Not when his pace was increasing, and each thrust built on the pulse of my scar, lighting up beneath my skin until I felt blinded by him. I closed my eyes, in an attempt to quiet the soft bursts of sound coming from me, but he shook his head, his fingers in my hair again so he could search my face.
"Let me hear you." He ordered, and his tone left no room for question. I let go then, forgetting my embarrassment and letting my moans come freely. They rose in volume the faster he went and my head fell back, spinning again. The vampire cradled it in his hand, shifting my hair from my shoulder, and drawing at the scar there. Blood rushed eagerly to the surface, pulsing with my heart and his thrusts. I felt a sharp sudden pain as he grew his fangs, his eyes bleeding to black and glimmering in the harsh florescent lights, and then he sank them into me and the feeling was as if I'd burst.
I gave a sudden cry, strangled by pleasure, as the sensation rebounded within me, filling me to the tips of my fingers and toes. Everything tingled, everything pulsed and I felt myself constrict around him until finally Isaac shuddered as well, though he continued to draw at my throat. I didn't try to stop him, too lost in the feeling, because the more he took, the better my body responded.
I was floating when he finally pulled back, licking his lips and resting us back against the wall of the shower. Weak, and spinning, but also completely and utterly satisfied. It was strange to be the only one panting, but at the moment I couldn't make myself care and rested my forehead against his still chest.
After a few moments, he lifted my arms up and away from his neck, quickly tugging the knots in his shirt free and giving me back the use of my hands. I stretched my fingers, working out the tingles from lack of blood flow and started to stand, but Isaac wrapped an arm around my lower back and pulled me back down to straddle his lap.
"Where are you going?" he asked slowly, arching a brow. His eyes had since returned to their beautiful jeweled tones and for a moment I couldn't answer, too lost in them.
"I'm not really sure." I admitted. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest, like a rabbit's and I had yet to calm my breathing. Isaac ran his fingers through my hair, closing his fist in it and holding me in place with a smirk.
"The correct answer is, nowhere, sir."
I scoffed, arching a brow. "Bite me."
He grinned, his forefinger brushing the sensitive wound and briefly lighting it up again. I sucked in a breath, not knowing whether I could take that at the moment.
"I did that." He said, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. "You loved it."
I drew the digit into my mouth, confirmation enough, and grinned, "Well, then if I'm not leaving. What am I doing?"
Isaac smirked, and tossed his head back toward the shower head. "Turn on the water."
I sat up on my knees, reaching behind him and closing my eyes in pleasure when he took the opportunity to tease my breast with his tongue. The water shot down at us, cold at first, but quickly heating. He didn't let me sit down at first, too busy drawing at my nipple, but I was happy enough to let him. After a few moments, he sighed and settled me back down, reaching out to grab the tiny bottle of body wash from the back of the toilet. While I stared at it in confusion, he grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in the warm water.
"Can I ask what this is for?" I arched a brow, taking the cloth as well, and the vampire chuckled.
"I haven't finished playing with you yet, "he replied with a smirk, "but I didn't have the self control to do this before."
"What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked skeptically and he laughed, lifting me up and standing as well.
"Don't worry, love, it's nothing extreme. I just want you to wash yourself. That's all."
"Mhmm." I tried to read the truth in his expression, but got nowhere.
Meanwhile, the vampire was refastening his soaked jeans. He stepped out of the shower, pushing the half ruined curtain to the side and then sat down on the closed toilet seat, propping his boots on the side of the tub. I watched this with growing anxiety, knowing there would be more to this than he was letting on. I just hoped it wasn't something too humiliating.
"Stand under the water a minute." He said, bracing his forearms against his thighs and settling in to watch me. I did so slowly, feeling more than a little awkward about the whole thing. When I was adequately soaked again, Isaac tossed his head to the side.
"Step out of the water and put a little soap on the cloth." Taking a slow breath, I did this too. "Lather it up a little and start washing."
"Wash how exactly?" I asked, the man had just been inside of me not two minutes ago, but somehow this seemed more intimate, and I was sure he knew that. He was still punishing me.
"You act as if you've never taken a shower before."
"Not with someone staring at me I haven't."
He titled his head, enjoying my awkwardness, "Do you think the process changes?"
Obviously, he wasn't going to give me a straight answer, so I frowned, and moved the cloth across my stomach. Isaac watched the soapsuds as they gathered across my skin, and sat back, bracing himself against the sink counter.
"Wash your breasts. Start with the outside and work your way in."
I paused, my heart beginning to pound, and he arched a challenging brow, waiting for me to comply. After a moment, I did, lathering the soap around the bottom of my breasts, hurrying through the process, but of course he called me on it.
"Slow down." He chuckled, "Take your time."
I grit my teeth, beginning to tremble again, and did as he commanded, first with one breast then the other, working the lather into a thick froth on my skin. He watched this in silence and the intensity slowly returned to his eyes.
"Focus on your nipple." He interjected suddenly when I'd begun the process again. "I want them hard."
My brow furrowed, but I didn't object. Instead I teased my nipple with the soapy cloth until he nodded in satisfaction, and moved to the other. When I'd finished, he nodded again.
"Good girl, now, wash your thighs."
I had to take a few deep breaths to steady myself, but it didn't keep my hands from shaking as I soaped my thighs. Isaac watched this a while, offering short directions here and there, scolding me when I stopped. This all reminded me of the night with Daliah, when he'd slipped on his domination mask and managed to turn me on even as he treated the two of us like dogs. The same was true now, and while I was trembling and nervous and embarrassed as hell at this situation, I couldn't deny that it excited me. His cool reserved tone, the way he watched me with such unwavering focus, even the casual position in which he sat added to the effect. And then he upped the stakes.
"Spread you legs a little, Mira and use the cloth to touch yourself."
"What?" I went still, clutching the cloth to my chest as if it would protect me, but the vampire only watched me.
"Should I repeat myself, or were you hoping you heard me wrong?"
"Isaac I don't know if I can…"
"Of course you can." He interrupted, "the question is, are you willing?"
I couldn't meet his eyes, but that apparently wasn't acceptable, because suddenly, in a tone that slashed outwards and made me jump, he snapped.
"Look at me." Slowly, I forced myself to obey and he gazed at me unflinchingly. "Now, you're a big girl, Mira. So act like one."
My next breath came in a shudder and I blinked away a stray tear of humiliation. He was pushing me, on purpose, asking me to do the thing he knew would make me squirm, and loving every minute of it.
"Yes sir." I murmured, and watched the satisfied smile curl in the corners of his mouth.
Slowly, feeling as if I would die from the shame, I did as he'd instructed, spreading my legs and slipping the cloth between them. The sensation was immediate and intensified by the fact that he was watching it happen. My trembling only grew worse as he slowly shifted to lean forward, watching me over his templed hands. Slowly I leaned back against the wall, quickening my pace, but he cleared his throat giving a shake of his head.
"If you come before I tell you to I'll make you start over."
This remark sent a shudder of pleasure and shame through me and I breathed a quick "Jesus." Isaac smirked at my reaction, but the smile faded quickly and he was back to watching me in his focused empty way.
This went on for several minutes. He watched me masturbate, interjecting here and there when he wanted me to change my speed or add more soup to the cloth. After a while, my body was shaking so badly I had to brace myself against the wall again, gripping the shower curtain above my head. When I was to the point that I knew I would finish at any moment, Isaac suddenly sat back again.
"Loose the cloth and rinse the soap off your body."
I shook my head, squeezing my thighs together and feeling as if I were going to explode right there. Pleading had worked before, so I tried it, "Please, Isaac, I need to-"
"I know exactly what you need, but I've already told you, you'll wait until I give you permission. Now do as I instructed, or you won't get it at all."
My jaw dropped at this, and I was frozen by the harshness of his tone, the snap of ice in his eyes. However, I fear what would happen if I disobeyed him, and quickly dropped the washcloth and stepped under the water. When the last of the soap suds had made their lazy trails down my body, he met my eyes, making me feel small and aroused all at once.
"Come here."
I hurried out of the tub, letting the vampire turn me around a pull me back against his chest. My blood had given him warmth and color, adding to the wonderful sight of him, but I wasn't given much time to admire it. Isaac quickly ordered me to hook my knees outside his legs, forcing me to spread myself wide, then I was told to clasp my hands behind his neck, so that my breasts stood out on my chest. He reached out to tilt up my chin and kiss me, while his free hand slipped between my legs to torment me. From our position, I could see myself in the full-length mirror against the opposite wall, something I'm sure he hadn't done on purpose. When he'd finished kissing me, his fingers slipped around my throat, though he was careful of my bruise, and he worked me until I whimpered for him.
"I suppose you imagined fucking me would make me more agreeable." He began, stroking me to the point of release and stopping, only to repeat the process over and over again. It was driving me crazy, making me burn. I clenched my fists together behind his neck, fight to keep myself in check.
"Unfortunately for you, love, sex brings out the worst in me. I just get this overwhelming urge to submit you, and, being that you haven't been the nicest to me lately, I couldn't hold it back." He chuckled, nipping my ear, "You don't really seem to mind though. That surprised me a bit." I moaned, head falling back against his shoulder as he worked me to the point of orgasm again, only to leave me moments from finish. My hips moved of their own volition, arching up to meet his fingers, but Isaac tsk'ed, shaking his head.
"Be still." He ordered and I whimpered in the agony of it all.
"Isaac, I can't…you have to-"
"Hush." He snapped, and the ice in his tone made me shrink back. Moments later he was grinning down at me again. "Now, I can only assume this all came up because I told you to leave." He chuckled, turning my head to search my eyes. "Do you really want to stay with me that badly?"
I blushed hotly, turning my eyes down, but his fingers tightened slightly around my throat, his eyes narrowing.
"I can't hear you, Mira."
"Y-yes." I admitted, wanting to close my eyes, but knowing he wouldn't allow it. He was angry with me after what I'd done with Cern. I'd humiliated him, so he would humiliate me. Honestly, it was fair. And a tiny voice inside me whispered that though it was all very new and frightening, this whole experience was incredibly arousing. He worked a finger inside of me, but I was so slick and ready to come, that I hardly felt it, so he added another.
"And will you ever run away from me again?"
I shook my head frantically, but he didn't accept it.
"What was that?" he grinned maliciously, "Use your words."
"No, sir." I managed to respond hoarsely.
Isaac nodded, releasing my throat, "then I suppose you've earned the right to finish."
Not seconds after he said this, did it happen, and the force with which my orgasm hit me, left me gasping and dizzy. I cried out, riding out the wave as he continued to work me, until I was left panting and throbbing against him. I felt as if my entire body was worn, exhausted, and incapable of movement, and when Isaac moved to stand, I groaned and fell back against the toilet.
The vampire chuckled, and turned off the shower, then scooped me up into his arms. He carried me back into the main room and lay me down gently on the bed, tugging down the blankets to tuck me in. I simply rolled with it, feeling as if I had no control over my body anyway, and still clinging to the last echoes of my orgasm.
"It's back to the road, tomorrow night, Mira," Isaac was saying, "So try and get some sleep."
"That isn't going to be a problem." I said slowly, letting my head roll to the side so I could watch him. He moved back into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door and stripped off his soaked jeans, hanging them over the shower curtain rod. As he was moving back into the room, and tossed his boots into the corner, the front door opened and Sanura sauntered in, looking well fed and satisfied.
She noticed the naked Isaac, but rather than gawking or turning away she simply gave him a quick appreciative scan and passed him on her way to the bathroom. Isaac was equally unfazed by her presence and moved to slide the chain lock into place on the door and turn up the AC for my benefit. From the bathroom, Sanura cursed in Italian.
"Could you have gotten anymore water on the floor? Jesus!" she went into another string of curses, then appeared back into the room, switching off the bathroom light. "Were you practicing your water sports?"
Isaac smirked jumping back onto the bed and pulling the comforter over himself. "In a manner of speaking."
Sanura rolled her eyes and quickly began to undress. Apparently everyone here felt it was sleep in the nude night. I think that the only reason I wasn't melting in my shame was that I just didn't have the energy for it.
Beside me, well over on the other side of the bed, Isaac had settled in with his arm tucked back behind his head. He watched Sanura a moment or too, but must have gotten bored, or had seen it too often, because he closed his eyes and seemed to still as if dead.
I watched him, reminding myself that it was ok that he wasn't breathing and after the room had quieted and Sanura had switched off the last lamp and climbed into her own bed, I wriggled myself over and curled up against the oddly warm vampire's body.
"So we're cuddling now?" he asked, and I could just imagine the arched look he was giving me at that moment.
"Don't be a dick." I grumbled.
"Not a problem, seeing as mine just shriveled and fell off at the chick flick BS it's currently being put through."
I rolled my eyes, knowing he could see it in the dark, "Then you don't have anything left to worry about, do you?"
"Mira-"
"Jesus," I exclaimed, shoving him with the little force I could muster, "All you have to do is suck it up and lay there. Stop whining."
"Woman, don't make me-"
"Alright children." Sanura cut in, in a tone that said no questions, much like the one Isaac had used on me earlier. "Momma needs her sleep, so the two of you shut it before I throw you both out."
Isaac grumbled to himself but when I settled down against him again, he didn't complain or pull away, and that was good enough for me.
You guys wanted sex, but I never said it was going to be sweet, but really, you know this guy by now…most of him anyway, why would you think that his sex life would be any less fucked up than he is? Answer, it wouldn't be! I just couldn't help myself, take it as my compromise for letting this turn into a romance-ish fic. Now it's still twisted. YAY! Besides, the idea of Bondage! Isaac just wouldn't leave me alone. I'm not even sure this will be the worst of it…oh silly unhealthy kinks, one day you will be the death of me!
Anywho, this chapter was long and craziness ensued. You have NO IDEA how difficult it was to write that fucking sex scene. Jesus. I have like, 50 of them because I couldn't decide what I wanted them to do, how intense I wanted Isaac to get and so forth. That scene is the reason this chapter was posted so late. It got to the point where I said fuck it and posted the latest version.
However, I'm thinking this is just the beginning of their relationship, though it will continue to be a wee bit screwed up.
I'm also considering posting the original version as to how these crazy kids first got down as a plot bunny. It is COMPLETELY different and features one of my demon characters from another fic. Holy bananas who doesn't love an Incubus…besides, you know, the people they eat…