OnsetofDanger by Aubrey Ross

startled gasp and he yanked the thong off as she kicked at him.
    “Go on. Stop me.”
    She kicked and hit, twisted and clawed, but he barely
noticed her struggles. With a few effortless movements he had her facedown on
the bed, arms securely held in one long-fingered fist. She tried to turn over
but he pressed against the small of her back.
    “Lie still.”
    Ignoring the warning, she yanked against his restraining
hand and bucked her hips. “Fuck you!”
    “Not until you learn some manners.”
    The pressure against her back eased, but she barely had time
to register the change before that same hand smacked her ass. Her indignant cry
only earned her another swat and then another. “What is wrong with you?” she
snapped. “We already played this game.”
    “But you obviously didn’t learn the lesson, so I thought
we’d play again.” He accented the statement with another firm spank.
    She stilled, accepting the heat as the sting gradually
mellowed. “What was I supposed to have learned?”
    He released her hands, leaving her arms angled above her
head, and straddled her legs before she could roll over. His hands skimmed down
her sides and over her hips. “Pleasure or pain. The choice is yours. I enjoy
either.” He bent and kissed the middle of her back.
    “The only thing I want is my freedom, so the rest is
irrelevant.” She kept her arms raised and tried not to shiver each time his
lips touched her skin.
    He scooted down then drew her hips up until she rested on
her knees and forearms. She closed her eyes, expecting him to free his cock and
push inside her. That’s what purebloods did with their sex slaves. They used
them, fucked them fast and hard with no thought but satisfying their own
desires.
    Her breasts felt heavy, the tips lightly rubbing against the
bedding as she waited for his next move. What was taking him so long? She knew
how fast he could move. Why wasn’t he inside her, filling her, riding her with
savage intensity? Desire rolled through her and her core softened, melted,
preparing for his entry, his possession.
    “Oh yes. Now you’re waking up.” His breath fanned her damp
folds but he still wasn’t touching her. “Make your choice or I’ll make it for
you.”
    Pleasure . The word echoed through her mind but she
couldn’t force it past her lips. He was her enemy, her captor, her master. The
last title made her shiver. “I have no choice as long as I’m your prisoner.”
    “You have whatever choice I choose to give you. Tell me now.
I will not ask again.”
    She fisted the bedding and clenched her teeth, knowing she
would pay dearly for her stubbornness. “Just let me go,” she whispered.
    Flipping her over, he glared with furious impatience. Then
he forced her legs open with his knees and interlaced their fingers, pinning
her hands to the bed. Without a word, he bent to her breast and pushed his
fangs into the soft flesh. Pain shot through her chest but a sensual swell was
close behind. Her nipples beaded so tightly she whimpered and her lungs felt
sluggish.
    He didn’t drink, just created twin puncture wounds then
raised his head and watched her blood flow. Ordinarily her symbionts would have
closed the wounds as soon as he withdrew his fangs, but without their
assistance blood seeped out and pooled between her breasts. He lapped at the
pool, his gaze burning into hers while he savored her taste.
    Helpless. Human. How had she survived before her initiation?
    His fingers slipped out from between hers and he slid his
hands down her arms. Blood stained his lips and his dark eyes glowed green with
Strigo energy. “So fragile.” His whispered words seemed to echo her thoughts
but she hadn’t sensed his presence inside her mind. Not that her powers of
observation were at their strongest at the moment.
    Licking his way to her nipple, he smeared blood across her
pale skin. Then his fingers captured her other nipple while he sucked on the
first. His fangs were still distended, pressing