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Lust & Monsters 6
Supernatural Romance, Domination & Submission, BDSM
Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
This is short story contains steamy scenes involving an alpha werewolf and two seductive vampires with an innocent young woman who is in way over her head.
It also contains domination and submission, voyeurism, as well as foursome (3 males, 1 female). Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
This book can be enjoyed on its own, but for the best reading experience, check out book 4 of Lust & Monsters: Vampire Inheritance
At eighteen, Raelynn Pierre has her life all figured out. When her eccentric grandfather sends for her to visit him, she takes the opportunity to meet the family she has never met.
But the journey takes her to a stranger on the train who needs her blood to heal... and takes her heart as well. Rightfully frightened, she runs away to her grandfather's castle where she finds that she is not at all welcomed, but is unable to leave. The only thing keeping her safe is a mysterious werewolf who has appointed himself her protector.
I couldn't breathe, my entire body growing numb as the monster wrapped his talons around my waist and lifted me from the ground, taking off at a speed that took all my breath away. We were flying past the clouds instead of over them. I stopped struggling when the cold burst through the bathrobe I was wearing and straight to my skin, chilling me to the core.
Shivering, I couldn't help but hold onto the beast's arms around my waist, stealing the warmth from the flesh there. My stomach felt crushed in his tight grip, the discomfort and disorientation of dangling from his arms around my waist as he flew through another cloud making me gasp for air that was not filling my lungs fast enough before we crashed into another cloud.
We must've gone through three of them before I realized he was looking at me, staring with a sickeningly calm grin, his eyes as dark as the abyss, raw power exuding from his form in waves as his gargantuan wings flapped on his back, wind gushing to my body.
He stared at me as if he expected to impress me with his ability to take flight and had not just kidnapped me from where I stood.
When I shivered visibly in his arms, my teeth chattering, he frowned and adjusted his hold onto me so that I was no longer dangling on his arms. I clutched onto the fabric of his shirt as he held one arm under my knee and the other around my waist.
"Wrap your arms around me," he instructed, squeezing my legs and back, bringing my body closer to his. He was monstrous, straight from the depths of all my nightmares.
I held onto his shoulders, inadvertently drinking in the scent of his body, like ash and fire.
"My apologies," he murmured, his voice so deep it vibrated through his chest.
No, it was worse than that, he had unfurled his giant wings, black as midnight and blocked out the part of my brain that valued my life and told me to run. He had looked at me with eyes as red as blood that slowly turned dark as coal, reached his arm towards me, his hands turning into talons as he did, and uttered a single word:
And by then, it was too late for me to run.
He did not pause, flying through the clouds and the sky, his gaze looking forward as he moved. I promised myself I wouldn't sleep, but with little else to do, I nestled comfortably in his arms and let sleep take me.
It was the warmth that woke me up. The bathrobe I was wearing had soaked through, keeping me drenched to the bone. I shivered as I stared at the apartment around us. Scarce paintings and furniture in the room made the place feel masculine but yet comfortably lived in. Clothes strung about the floors, hanging from chairs and tables.
"You can let go now," he said, the corners of his lips lifting in amusement.
"What do you want with me?" I demanded, the words tumbling from my lips the moment my feet touched the ground. My entire body trembled in cold and fear, but I gripped my fists tight, fingernails digging into my palms to keep the panic contained in my heart instead of allowing it to bubble outwards and overwhelm my ability to talk, to reason, to understand why he had taken me.
"There's no need to be so upset," he said easily as I trembled before him, his words coming so easily that I wondered how often he stole women from their homes.
Tears stung my eyes and I blinked them away, staring at the monster who was slowly shedding his wings, absorbing it into his body as if it pained him to keep them hidden. The black of his eyes bled away and the inky darkness of his hair turned into a pale blonde. He was almost beautiful. I took a careful step away, not wanting to make the mistake of underestimating him. I had been hurt by creatures more beautiful than him.
But that was a mistake. Stepping back meant I was treated to the full view of his muscular chest, hard lines narrowing down to his-
I looked away pointedly.
Noticing my blush at his nakedness, he grabbed a pair of black pants from the chair and pulled it on.
My lips pressed tightly together as he smiled anew. He lit a cigarette and perched it between his lips, inhaling deeply before releasing the smoke out the open window. I said nothing as I gave him a weary glare.
"I see you're upset... Very well... I suppose that's understandable," he murmured, looking out the window. "Did I take you away from something important you needed to do?" he asked.
"Yes," I bit out hotly, the lie leaping from my lips so vigorously that even I was surprised at it. There was nothing to do. I had been thinking of how useless my existence was, how helpless and... pointless.
"I apologize," he said easily, though he did not look apologetic at all. He took another drag from the cigarette. His fingers were long and graceful as he tapped the cigarette at the edge of the window.
I couldn't help but stare. How easily he hid in the human skin and how quickly he shed it earlier. His grip on my waist was still fresh, bruising a little, but healing too quickly to leave a noticeable mark. "I trust I did not harm you?" He finally turned to me then and my heart stopped at my throat at the intensity of his gaze. Though his eyes were no longer the pitch black darkness that it was before, it was still frightening. He stared as if he could see straight through me.
I drew in a breath to compose myself, pushing down the fear that was crawling from my throat and the scream that threatened to escape. He was stronger, faster, and immeasurably more powerful. Fighting wouldn't bring me anywhere and he seemed keen on talking. I should oblige him, if only to figure out how to escape.
Pushing down the fear, I nodded. "I'm fine. I heal faster than most humans," I said finally.
He laughed darkly, taking a deep draw of his cigarette. It was almost finished already. He lit another and threw the old one into a pile of half-finished cigarettes in the bin. "You would not be here if you're human, Rae." He leaned forward, drawing so close to me that I could feel my heart squirm in my chest. I held my breath and refrained from blinking, letting him study me as I studied the flakes of gold in his eyes, madness swirling in their depths.
I did not blink, but he held my gaze for so long that my vision began to blur. My heart began to pound in my chest as the eyes staring me so intensely that I couldn't breathe. He was gazing at me as if imagining cutting me into pieces, as if he were but a moment away from cutting me where I stood. I had no doubt he was dissecting me into tiny pieces in his mind.
"Why am I here?" I asked, keeping my gaze locked to his face. The more I stared, the less human he looked. There was something wrong with his eyes, black pupils with golden flakes that glimmered and shone. His jaw line was a perfect sculpture, his lips full and his nose pointed just the right amount. Everything about him was too perfect, like an artist trying too hard to create the perfect sculpture of a human male, but not realizing that such ideals did not exist outside of movies and hours of makeup.
I remembered where the black of his hair made way for his large, demon-like horns and wings behind his back, stretched out almost comfortably. Without thinking, I said, "I think I prefer your real face."
He withdrew from me so violently that his back hit a chair and it fell to the ground with a loud smash. I flinched at the sudden noise.
The smile on his face was stuck somewhere between annoyance and pleasure. He leaned against the open window and said, "I think we will get along fine, Rae."
The door was just a few steps to my right. If I could run out the door, maybe he would lose interest in me and let me go.
"If you're thinking of escaping, I can have you tied up instead," he said, reading my mind as if I had been contemplating my escape out loud instead of in my mind.
My head jerked back at him, a clear admission of guilt if there ever was one. His grin widened.
"Have a shower and change into something less wet," he said, waving to the open door to the left that led to a small bathroom. "There's plenty of clothes," he waved lazily. "Take your pick."
For a moment, I considered arguing, but shivered and decided it was for the best. A warm shower was too inviting to ignore. I walked over to the bathroom, my wet feet creating footprints in the soft carpet. I tried to shirk off the freezing shivering that was assaulting my body, but wrapping the robe closer to myself only made the cold worse.
"Take that off." His tone was incredulous as he watched me, but I ignored him pointedly and made my way into the bathroom.
The bathroom was as boring as the rest of his apartment. A single toothbrush sat in a cup and a toothpaste beside it on the sink. There was a shampoo and a soap by the showerhead. Clothes were tossed haphazardly in a laundry basket.
I peeled of my soaked bathrobe and hung it at the door. The shower was warm and distracting. As the warm water washed down my hair, I could pretend everything was fine, that I hadn't been kidnapped by a strange beast that knew how to fly.
I picked up the first piece of clothing on it, a gigantic grey hoodie that smelled like him, masculine, clean and slightly burnt. His hoodie was much too large for me and glancing into the mirror, I looked like a freshly-fucked young woman who had stayed the night and didn't have clean clothes to wear home. My cheeks burned despite the predicament I was in.
It's going to be alright, I thought to myself.
When I emerged from the bathroom, he was still leaning by the window and working on another cigarette. His gaze wandered to me, drinking in the sight of his hoodie on my small frame, so large it went over my buttocks. He gave a loop-sided smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, which were still burning with something that I couldn't understand.
"Those things will kill you," I murmured, to which he responded, "Good."
"Why am I here?" I began hesitantly, asking again why he had chosen to take me from my friends... my lovers. I had been in a turmoil when he captured me, lost between wanting nothing more than to stay in the embrace of my werewolf and vampire lovers, and needing more than they could offer.
The stranger gave a nonchalant shrug as he looked away. The moonlight caught his faze in a peculiar light. For the briefest moment, I thought I saw the shadows of his wings. "You called for me, Rae."
Frowning, I shook my head. "I didn't."
He cracked a smile. "You called for power, Rae. You called for all the powerful beings in the worlds and beyond. You awakened my beast and here you are." My heart beat like something wild in my chest, uncontrollable and erratic.
Not knowing what to do, I continued shaking my head in disbelief. I had not done any of the things he claimed.
"Yours is a peculiar skill. You feed off power," he stated quietly, contemplative, his deep voice filled with something ancient and sad. "You have been feeding, but it's not enough, is it? You're still drifting and lost, moving as if in a dream. Even now you're only half awake."
"What are you?" I asked quietly, the words a faded murmur. I asked even when I already knew.
"Vampire." He stated back carefully. "But perhaps different from the ones you've encountered. What are you, Rae? You're no human, but you're not a vampire either," he said.
"I don't know," I answered honestly. I didn't know what he meant about me calling for power, though others had told me the same thing. "My father was a vampire," I said finally.
"Yes, and what of your mother?" he asked.
"Human, as far as I know," I shrugged but I was beginning to doubt that as well. My mother kept more secrets from me than I realized. I didn't even know my father was a vampire until months ago, when I inadvertently found myself their prisoner.
"No," he said definitively. "Your mother is something ancient. Something that calls for men and power. Perhaps a Siren, or a succubus," he said thoughtfully. "That would explain your ability to lure men to your side, would it not?"
"That's ridiculous. There's no such thing as sirens," I said. "And she doesn't lure sailors to their deaths."
"Not anymore," he said. "Does your mother leave near the ocean, Rae? Do you find yourself wanting to return to it? I found you in the sea, Rae, because that is where your power is the most powerful."
Still, I shook my head. It was all too impossible to believe.
"It doesn't really matter," he conceded with a sigh. "Stipulations will not bring us anywhere."
I wanted to be wary, to be cautious, but the way he looked, so sad and alone, it gripped at my heart. "Why am I here?" I asked again, stepping closer to him despite the whispers in my ears telling me to run.
"You need power, Rae," he said after some time, a moment's reflection. "I want to give it to you."
"Give?" I asked, surprised by his offer. My voice wavered and I felt my knees going weak. I stumbled back until my knees kissed the edge a chair and gladly, I sat down. What a peculiar thing he was offering, but something about the way he said it resonated with my soul. "And what do I need to do in return?" I asked, wary of the stranger before me.
He paused and looked deep in thought, as if he had not considered a payment for his offer. "It would be interesting to see what you can offer in return..."
After a long pause, he said, "I've boiled some water for you. Make yourself some tea. They're in the second shelf on the left."
My mind was a whirlpool of jumbled thoughts and emotions that made little sense. In the span of the past year after my eighteenth birthday, I had fallen in and out of love with a vampire, saved by a werewolf, kept prisoner in a tower, tortured by deranged vampires, and now, now this man was offering me... offering me power.
Temporarily forgetting all the turmoil that burdened my mind, I turned to the stove and surely enough, he had gotten the fire started. "Cups?" I asked over my shoulder, grateful for something normal to do, to have a moment that was completely mundane.
"Cabinet to your left," he said.
I rummaged through the cabinets, finding his colorful mugs hidden behind plates covered in dust. I removed two and washed it with hot water before moving to retrieve the tea bags.