TRIGGER WARNING: LIGHT TORTURE
SLOANE
I chewed on the chunk of Clarence as I followed behind Emily, her long brown hair swinging with her steps as we headed to the cellar. Nikolas had gone before us, and I sensed he had needed to, he and Cade were both cut from the same cloth. Both dominant males, and of the same bloodline, the resemblance startling. The need to make James bleed was obvious in both of them, but Emily had gotten a text from Cade saying to come down and drain the bastard, so of course I trailed behind her, wanting to see what they did with him. One Clarence kebab to go clutched in one hand, no way was I giving up my snack; this would be dinner and a show. The stairs wound downward and it looked downright spooky as we descended into the depth of Theo’s house. The man himself had decided to forgo this, leaving it to the others to handle as he cleaned up after his tuss
CADE Sloane was glorious in her anger. Her quiet, simmering, steady rage was truly a thing of beauty. She brought the whip down on James’ face again and again as he cried out and convulsed under her ministrations. Her chest heaving with the effort, a sheen of sweat on her brow, eyes hard as steel. He was freely bleeding all over his body, the red liquid tracking down his pale skin in a macabre fashion. Again and again she brutalized him, a sinister smile twisting her pretty lips as she did so. Using each tool at her disposal she cut, sawed, pried and beat his body raw. Pride swelled in my chest, Sloane was vicious when necessary; this I knew from my extensive research on her. Seeing it in action however, that was something different entirely. She was in her element here, the darkness in her taking control and her emotions held at bay by a thin leash. I could see her wanting to lose
A FEW WEEKS LATERSLOANE Life as a vampire was interesting to say the least. I had been lucky to have survived the turn and have James’ blood made available to me when I awoke with a powerful thirst. I hadn’t lunged for Cade per say but my fangs had elongated when I woke, wanting to be buried in someone’s neck. Cade had given me the tumbler of blood, but that hardly took the edge off. We had ventured downstairs to see what was in the cellar when Theo stopped us, offering me his neck which I didn’t even hesitate to sink my new, sharp, teeth into. It was sheer bliss as his skin parted to give way to me, his warm blood flowing into my mouth, the coppery tang sweet on my tongue. A moan sounded in my throat and I heard both men laughing at me as my cheeks flushed. Unsure of when to stop I pulled back and saw that both of them were grinning widely.
ONE YEAR LATERCADE “Well if you weren’t so incompetent you wouldn’t have almost burned your house down!” I heard Nikki exclaim, the blast of the fire extinguisher sounding over Theo’s laughter as the maniac vampire cackled. Sloane leaned into me gently, her hand finding mine easily. “Should we go save her? Or him?” She laughed and I smiled. “I think those two are evenly matched.” Nikolas stated as he wandered through Theo’s sitting room, perching on the piano as he tested a few keys. “Hmmm” he cocked his head, “needs tuning.” He
PROLOGUEI wasn’t sure how long he had been there, or how long he had been watching me like a predator studying his prey. All I knew was when his molten brown eyes locked with mine it was on. His movements fluid, eyes never leaving mine he navigated his way across the crowded room. He stalked me, ensuring I knew I was being hunted with his every move, my body tingling as his gaze intensified the closer he got. The anticipation, the knowing, the fact he had already claimed me as his set my skin on fire. I didn’t need to know his name, age, occupation, or anything about him. All I needed to know was that for this moment in time he would make me his, and I would allow him to. His clothes were neat, his button-down black shirt tucked into a pair of dark jeans. A thin leather belt with a silver buckle low around his hips. His feet seemed to glide over the floor, and as he neared me, I smelled his cologne, it wasn’t overpowering; but soothing and pleasant. His hand lightly skimmed my bare
His large hand slowly went to my shoulder and picked up the small strap of my dress, holding it for a breath before removing it from the top of my shoulder and letting it sag lower. His hand skimmed down my ribs, my waist and to my hip where it rested. With a gentle tug he brought me towards him, his other hand resting on my back at the top of my dress. With a smooth motion I felt the cool metal of the zipper slide down my hot flesh. I shivered slightly as the air hit my bare skin, and met his eyes, the lust there unmistakable. Something dangerous flared behind those chocolate depths, his eyes locked on mine as I felt the straps of my dress move lower and lower, then the thin, silky fabric of my dress sliding down my body, pooling at my feet. The flare in his eyes made my stomach clench with anticipation, never in my life had I felt so exposed; so very wanted. His eyes scanned my body, and I flushed red at the realization that my underwear and bra did not match, I had not anticipated
I turned the thick card over in my fingers, tapping the desk repetitively with it. Astilbe, the flower he had left for me meant he would be waiting. Well, according to the internet research I had done it meant dedication to the person, and that by giving it away you were promising to wait for the person. So, he was waiting for me? Yet I had been going to the same hotel bar I met him at for the past week, and had yet to see him again or be contacted by him; so exactly who was waiting for who? It was out of character for me to be chasing after a man, this was not something I ever had to worry about because most men did not interest me or were simply tools for pleasure. There had never been a deeper connection, until now, and I did not even know his name! I sighed with annoyance and put the card down. Of course, the one man I find intriguing poofs and disappears on me, after one of the most sensual nights ever. Just the thought of him, of our night, made me squirm in my seat.“Still moon
One week later My parents had requested my presence in their office this afternoon, I was certain it was to congratulate me for a job well done with the Amata contract, which had been finalized and simply needed to be signed. Surprisingly Cade had been easy to work with, easier than his reputation would lend one to believe. Not that I was scrambling to work with the guy again, I felt like I had just gotten lucky, and that things going this smoothly was probably not something that occurred often. The click of my shoes reverberated down the hall as I carried myself toward my parents’ shared office. Much like mine and Nikki’s they too shared a space, mostly because they worked as a duo regarding business, always making the decisions together. For Nikki and I it was simply because we were similar in that regard, we preferred working together and sharing a space. Most everyone else was either in a group office or room, or a private space. At least that was the case for the office workers,
Oh no, no no no, Cade was Mr. Tall, dark and sexy? Fuck….me…Oh wait, he had; and it was so damn good. Remembering it I felt dampness between my legs, and promptly crossed them attempting to regain my composure. Which was very hard when memories, almost like pictures, of our night together kept popping into my mind. His smooth chest, the way he worked me over, the heat in his eyes as he feasted on my womanhood. In fact, I was having a hard time pushing those memories out of my head. “Mr. Amata” I said smoothly, raising my glass to my lips, relieved I had put on my deep plum lipstick and silver eyeshadow, a combination that I knew looked great on me. Taking a long swig of my drink I placed it a little too loudly on the table beside me, he raised a dark eyebrow.