Bewitching Bite [A Blending Bloodlines Tale] Page 4

  The words came out slowly before she turned around and began the search again. If he'd taken her book, she'd have to get it back and time was running out. She went down the ramp to search once more for her book. Maybe it was in her lab. She came up empty handed and stomped back upstairs.

  "He's planning to beat me at my own game, Claude.” She looked at the cat. “That's why he took the damn book in the first place. Now he knows my secrets."

  Matilda returned to the window

  "How do I draw you out?” The pacing began again, and after a few turns around the room, an idea struck her.

  "Oh yes, Armand, I know how. My sweetie, you've just lost. I know exactly how to call you out."

  Her wicked laugh filled the room.

  * * * *

  Armand thought he had closed his eyes only for a moment, but was startled awake by a taunting laugh that filled the air and seemed to be so powerful that the trees and wind delivered the snickers all around him.

  "Matilda?” He rubbed his eyes and stood up, leaving the book on the ground beside his feet. The pages rumbled in the wind with such force that they ripped from the hardbound cover one by one. He watched them fly away.

  He blinked a couple of times to be sure what he saw was indeed what he thought.

  "Oh my, Matilda.” He sighed as her beauty drew him in like a man on a ball and chain. A perfect, naked, body stood in a front window. She pranced around the room like she didn't have a care in the world. The movement of flesh beckoned him. He knew it and even knew it was perhaps a trap but he couldn't stop his feet from moving back down the hill.

  When a small measure of common sense finally managed to penetrate his lust-fogged brain, he stopped right outside the bedroom window and just glared in. His feet firmly planted, he stopped himself from going straight inside without the invitation. She was sitting in front of a dressing table, running a brush through her thick, dark hair. The curls cascaded down her back showcasing the evidence of her shapely figure.

  His dick danced. Literally, danced. He ran his hand across his pants hoping that it would be enough just to readjust it to a position that didn't protrude, but then her eyes met his through the looking glass and his excitement only stirred more.

  She motioned to the door and then bent her forefinger back and forth in the sexiest movement he'd ever seen. She walked toward him in her raw beauty with her breasts lightly bouncing with each move toward the window.

  Armand stood there like a schoolboy in heat. He moved his hand over the front of his slacks once more and she smiled as her hand went down to touch her center.

  Oh holy hell! She's not going to...

  Her fingers traced the outside of her pussy with eagerness gleaming in her eyes.

  One slender hand rubbed over her own feminine mound as another hand pulled the shades. The wicked laughter he had heard earlier rang out and seeped into his core snapping him back to reality.

  She's toying with me.

  The idea of it reminded him it wasn't the first time she'd done it since their initial meeting.

  Before he could analyze why he allowed things to get so out of hand, the front door flew open and he heard her.

  "Come in."

  He was once again pulled in the very direction he didn't need to go until he came to his senses, but his hard dick refused to let the man behind it be in charge.

  Full speed ahead. He ridiculed himself and cursed her. I haven't even fucked the damn witch and here I am chasing her like a pussy-whipped teenager.

  Armand stepped inside and the door slammed behind him.

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  Chapter Seven

  Without a word, Matilda took his hand.

  She weaved them through the kitchen, swayed her curvaceous but inviting hips. Walking them toward her bedroom, she held his left wrist, pulling him forward. In between two chairs, she squeezed by without so much as touching either but holding his hand nonetheless.

  Armand had already decided that it was now or never. As the sun began to rise, his mind was set; she was his for the taking. Matilda had asked for it and invited him in so there wasn't anything to stand in his way.

  Matilda playfully shoved him down on the bed with a laugh following him.

  "Ahh Armand. You look at me as if you've never seen a naked woman.” She licked her lips as she straddled him, her obviously moist center burning him through his trousers.

  His hips defied him and moved toward her with an intentional agenda. He noticed everything about her. The lovely pink around her nipples showcased full breasts that needed no cosmetic enhancement. Her flat belly was exactly what he expected to find; one that had never been stretched by carrying a child. Her shoulders were slim and sexy. He was falling so deeply.

  Leaning forward, Matilda trailed up his stomach in a slow movement that was meant to send shivers throughout his body.

  "I know you like this, baby.” Hot breath tickled his skin as she traced his sparse hairs up to a masculine chest. When she arrived at his neck, she traced the veins with her eager tongue and gnawed at the skin beneath his jaw. She looked up at him with mischief and if he hadn't been so caught up in her tangled web of deceit, he would have seen the whole act for what it was, but he was too far twisted up in what he perceived as passion.

  A heavy tongue covered the veins in his neck over and over again. “Is this what you do when you take blood? Do you tempt yourself with the stroking and licking? Or do you vampires simply bite down and take what you want?” Her tone changed dramatically and she bit down with teeth that pulled a scream from Armand's lungs.

  "Matilda! What have you done?

  Just when he felt the pain, a cuff clicked closed around his right wrist. Armand was under her with a handcuff holding one wrist high above his head and blood squirting from his neck.

  Matilda jumped up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her clothes from a nearby chair. She wiped frantically at her mouth in apparent disgust and disappeared behind closed doors.

  When she reappeared, she wore shorts and a sweatshirt, while he stood in front of her, also fully clothed.

  "What the fuck?” She looked past him.

  "Fuck? Now there's a splendid idea. One I thought you'd had earlier."

  He pressed down on his neck for a moment more before releasing his palm to show her there wasn't any sign of bleeding. His jaw set against the anger spurring him on.

  Matilda pushed by him, noting the handcuffs still attached to the bedpost. She wheeled around to spit venomous words at him, but before she could, he'd taken her in his arms.

  "You've made a terrible mistake, Darling. I was willing to play nice, but now I'm not interested in doing anything but gaining what I came here to claim."

  A strong punch caught him in the face.

  "You're going to leave here without your prize! Do you not understand that? You couldn't possibly have anything I want! I'm twenty-five years old and my life is just beginning! How old are you? Vamps live forever so what are you, a thousand years? I don't want to marry an old man!” She screamed out sarcasm but she was losing control and she had to know it.

  Armand was angry. He picked up Matilda and threw her over his shoulder before sitting down on the side of the bed. She kicked and screamed the whole time.

  "Put me down you stupid Russian blood sucker! Put me down now!” Her hair tangled around her frame as her legs moved wildly. Bare feet moved quickly into his legs while she kneed him repeatedly in the gut.

  "I'll tell you what, Darling. Since you want to act like a child, I'll scold you with one lick for every year I've walked on this earth.” He laughed as he watched the muscles in her bottom clench, already anticipating and preparing for a lashing when he flipped her over on his lap.

  "You touch me and I'll put a curse of death on you and you'll never be able to finish your happy little stomp here on earth. I'll ruin you for another woman and ruin your ability to pleasure one for eternity. Do you hear me?” She paused for a second or two to catch her
breath before continuing. “I said let me go!” Her legs kicked out to the side touching nothing at all as Armand's hand massaged her ass through the tight shorts she sported.

  "Hmm baby, you have one lovely, plump ass.” He grinned because he knew his words would send her over the edge.

  Yelping still, her palms allowed her to push up from the floor to stare at him. “Plump? Are you serious? I have the best fucking ass on this planet you fucking prick!” She kicked again as her arms and waist wiggled and squirmed.

  "Then if that's so, I will enjoy this even more than I'd planned.” He slowly pulled her shorts down before pinching her fanny between two fingers.

  "Ouch! Stop that! Get off of me! Let me go, now! I am putting a curse on you as we speak!” She slowed her movements and for a second Armand guessed that the little witch was probably trying to come up with something to smite him from the Earth, so he taunted her more.

  He slid his hand over her panties and then with a quick pull they were gone. Her bottom was staring up at him, inviting his touch.

  "Now, now my pet. Haven't you ever been spanked before?” He smoothed her skin under a ready hand prompted by his own desire to repay her for the trouble she'd caused him.

  "No! And you aren't going to be the first!"

  His hand came down in rapid beats and he chose to count them out loud. “One, two,” he paused and raised his hand higher. After the abuse she'd dealt him, he wanted it to hurt. “Two again ... three, four, five.” He laughed. “Hmm ... I'm enjoying this Matilda.” He resisted a bellowing laugh by adding, “I like the fact that I can be the first and only man to ever spank you."

  "Ow shit! Hey! That hurts! Stop!” Matilda screamed through a flood of tears.

  "I never break my word Matilda. I came to take you home with me and you will go.” He reared back to slap her ass again. “Five again!"

  "Ouch! Stop it! I will curse you to a slow death that will only make you wish for an uninterrupted eternity.” Matilda continued to scream and her threats never ceased. “I will ruin you if I have to cut off your dick and hand it over to your elders.” Her sobbing broke the tortuous screams.

  "Then five again! Six, seven, eight, nine, ten!” The slaps came down one right after the other.

  When he finally stopped the spanking, well after twenty-something, he rubbed the skin of her ass gently as she sobbed.

  "Now, now. I know it wasn't as bad as all that."

  He imagined she cried for her loss of pride and control rather than from the pain but he still hoped her gorgeous ass stung enough for a welcomed sensual massage and she wasn't moving as he stroked his palm over her smooth skin.

  When her crying had stopped and the sniffs subsided, he continued.

  "Matilda, I am going to go back to Russia tonight. I want you with me."

  "You sick fucks think you can take what you want when you want it and everyone else can just go to hell,” she ranted.

  He pulled her up to him by her shoulders and their eyes locked in a sea of desire. He'd heard stories about the spankings used for a sexual foreplay and by the look he saw in Matilda's eyes, he believed it.

  Before he could argue with her, his lips ravaged hers.

  "I've got to have you Matilda.” He kissed the words into her mouth, speaking them onto her sweet-tasting tongue.

  "I don't want to..."

  "You do want to, and I'll promise you something you've never had before."

  Her face was full of questions. “What could that possibly be?” A heavy chest rose and fell.

  He laughed. “You shouldn't have to ask Matilda. No man has ever surprised you in bed. They drink your little concoctions and you plan everything you want them to do to you so no mortal man will ever please you the way I will ... or ever surprise you.” He licked his lips as he thought of the many ways he intended to pleasure her.

  A mortal man would never satisfy her again but Armand knew, there had never been one to ever fill the witch's tall orders in the first place.

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  Chapter Eight

  Matilda hated to admit it but she was tempted. He had spoken nothing but the truth. No mortal man had ever shocked or surprised her because she already knew exactly what she was going to have them do for her. Their sexual ideas were never their own. They drank them from strong witches blends and potions. She was never fulfilled, or truly satisfied in bed because of it.

  Her powers had ruined her for the kind of sex her aunt used to talk about, but it was the only way she'd been able to lure the men to her house. She didn't have time to meet up with men and take the time to date and get to know them. She didn't want to.

  Now, she knew why. Armand had always been there, waiting for the day that his number was called. Perhaps, she'd been waiting too. Why else hadn't she tried to find a meaningful relationship?

  Why indeed?

  "All right then. Show me.” Matilda's words were hushed but spoken loud enough for him to hear. She was far too turned on to stop him and far too tired to fight him anymore. She took his hand and led his fingers on a trail of skin to a lacy bra he quickly removed as she shed her sweatshirt.

  When he'd left, she'd found a book that she'd never seen before. She imagined someone from the other side had sent it for her and she'd read the very words Armand had already told her. She was a Bathory descendent and she did belong to Armand. One way or another he would be able to have her even though she had felt her powers strengthen throughout the morning. Fate had paid her a visit that many of her own ancestors had waited generations to see carried out. She would become Armand's blending bride. It was her destiny. While she wanted to fight him, her self-control seemed lost when her body fought against the security her mind and heart found in his arms.

  In a matter of seconds, she stood before him without anything to cover her, and nodded her consent as Armand slid back on the bed with his back against the headboard. She straddled him as she had earlier but this time, with eager intent. Anxious to see what he could provide her, Matilda had a full understanding of the pleasure that awaited her.

  Matilda worked to unhook his belt as he tugged his shirt over his head. His beautiful, piercing eyes traveled over her body in a slow, seductive perusal. Trembling fingers unhooked and unzipped. Nervous hands slid the material over his muscular legs before tugging his boxers right behind the pants and shoes she quickly removed.

  There, together, they were as one before they even bonded in the more carnal sense. There, together, they saw the lust turn into something much more powerful before they could even think to stop it. Joined hands brought Matilda up closer to him. His neck arched on pillows against a body that didn't struggle as her palms pushed down on his, adjusting to the feel of his oral exploration.

  Armand was a creative master with a long tongue that gently lapped her into a heavenly pool of wet desire. His licking was skillful and his mouth supreme as his tongue darted into her core and out again. Her cries of pleasure must've fallen on deaf ears as she begged him to stop and yet her body urged him on with one orgasm and then another.

  His hands were strong as they gripped her ass, holding her still while forcing her to experience every last stroke. He lapped harder as she squirmed from the pleasure.

  "Oh Armand! I'm ... I'm...” She couldn't finish. He knew anyway. She'd come again and again into a mouth ready for her slick pleasure to flow through lips—eager, hungry, yearning.

  After she grew weak in the knees, Matilda slid down over his belly. He'd probably love to find her lips around his cock but the truth was, Matilda wanted him inside of her. She'd almost crossed over and as she felt the heat rise between them, she also felt something more than lust or desire, it was an empowerment of a spiritual force so strong that she knew whatever it was, joining with Armand was the only way to possess it. Matilda wanted what he offered. She needed what his body was giving her and now she'd take it if it meant raping him for it.

  "I can't stop...” She kissed him quickly with laughter in her
voice and slid over him driving him into her body with the movement she never tried to slow.

  "Oh Matilda,” he called to her, “you can't rape the willing love."

  He'd read her thoughts.

  He pumped into her as she moved her hips forward and then back again. The four-letter word even had a ring to it and drove her forward. Every inch of him ... every stroke of his body into hers, personified cravings fulfilled.

  With her knees tucked under her, she grabbed the headboard as Armand scooted back. She rose and fell with bouncing breasts that he watched with evident admiration but didn't take for his own. He was after the quick climax and she wanted him to find it. She looked down at where they joined, watched his long, hard rod enter her and exit. Enter and exit. In and out. The visual stimulation drove her crazy.

  Before Matilda knew what struck her, he grabbed her tight around the neck and his eyes quickly turned a silvery lavender shade before his fangs appeared. Two long pointed teeth came for her as quickly as his body did the same. She could feel an amazing spurt of moisture drip into her core as he pulled her neck to him and bit down in one swift, bewitching moment that would leave her ruined forever. No man, mortal or immortal, could bring her what she experienced in that precise moment. She belonged to Armand.

  * * * *

  Armand caressed the area where his teeth had punctured her neck, the gentle explorations of his tongue soothing the sensitive flesh. She moaned and cried some more but never once stopped touching him.

  The whole time, he moved his left hand over her back stroking her with gentleness.

  "It's all right now Matilda.” He moved over her with such careful touches. Their bodies harmoniously touched in places they never knew existed.

  "This is it?"

  "Gee. Thanks.” Armand chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I thought the blending went rather well."

  "No, I mean, shouldn't I feel differently about you now?” She asked an honest question.

  "You will.” He stroked her hair.

  She turned to look at him placing her hands on his chest and resting her chin on them. “I know I've never had multiple orgasms before. I'm willing to bet you have a lot of those left to give.” Her smile turned up the corners of a mouth he wanted more and more.