Page 8 of Taken By the Vampires
Davon took the bar of soap and gently rubbed it over my shoulders. The scent of lemons rose around me. The soap dipped lower, over my back, but he took great care with the various scrapes and bruises that covered me from head to toe.
“You’ve had a fever for six days.”
“Six days!” Fingers compressed into fists. Mom would be beside herself by now. She would have come home to find the house cold, dark and empty. I’d never been one to cry but the tears were catching up with me in my weakened state.
His lips pressed into my temple, as though he knew the turmoil of my mind. “You are safe. We will not harm you.”
“But you won’t let me go either?”
“That is an impossible thing, as you will find out soon enough.” His hand glided over my buttocks, but although gentle, his ministrations were not sexual.
“Can I at least call my mother? She has to be worried about me.” Surely, they could let me do that at least.
“I’m sorry, Ella. We have no reception here. We are quite… cut off,” Davon said.
“I can send her an email?” There had to be some way I could let Mom know I was still alive.
“We have no interaction with the outside world. You shall understand soon enough,” Davon said. His touch traveled down my calf and then the other, washing my legs carefully.
“Here, let me turn you.”
With a deft move, he spun me so that my back was to his fully clothed chest. His arm banded around my waist so I didn’t topple over. He washed my shoulders, the soap gliding over my skin. His guided the soap down each arm to my hands, sliding his fingers through mine as though studying every small part of my body.
His palms moved to my ribs, then slowly upwards to cover my breasts. My nipples peaked, seeking the heat of his skin. A sigh rippled through me. My head fell back on his shoulder as his touch became my whole focus.
“That’s it, Ella. Let me tend you.”
He massaged the tender skin, his fingers skimming my nipples, then capturing one and then the other. Sensation rippled through me, my body awakening to his touch. His palm skimmed down the flat of my stomach. He didn’t hesitate as his finger slid through my slit. There was no teasing, and for that I was grateful. I had no energy to wait. My pussy lips parted, slippery with the soap and the wetness of my arousal.
He slipped his finger up and down, up and down, and the tip circled my entrance before drawing back to tease my clit. I jerked in his iron-clad embrace as sensation built and rose. His lips nibbled my ear and then his tongue skimmed the edge as he eased his hand low, finding my entrance and pushing inside me. I didn’t stop to think why he was being so intimate with me. It just seemed so right. Natural. I accepted his touch, seeking it, needing it.
My mouth fell open as desire flooded my senses, whipping away my despair and my fear. I didn’t feel anything at all except the building pressure of my imminent climax. My body tensed, breath hung in my lungs. His finger hooked inside and pressed on that secret bundle of nerves, while at the same time grinding the heel of his palm against my clit. A wail erupted from me as the golden waves of my climax hit. He held my trembling body as I lost my mind to the blinding orgasm.
“Good girl. I’ve got you.”
I came slowly came back to my senses to find him finishing washing me with swift and deft moves. My lids dipped as I clung to him, the events of the day and my orgasm taking their toll. I was so tired I didn’t even try to work out how and why I’d let him touch me with such intimacy, especially since I was effectively a prisoner. I barely let any man near me and when I did, it usually took weeks, yet here I was in the matter of a few hours letting him touch my most private parts.
Davon turned the shower off, collected me in a fluffy white towel and dried me off, all the while keeping me upright, which was no mean feat, given I would have fallen in a boneless heap on the floor without his help.
He wrapped me up in a fresh, dry towel before picking me up and walking out of the bathroom. Cooler air hit me, stirring my senses from the warm fogginess of the bathroom to find two sets of eyes staring straight at me. Eyes that knew exactly what had been done to me while in Davon’s tender care.
Chapter Six
Xander strode towards me, his gaze never wavering from mine. My heart stumbled when Davon handed me over and another set of strong arms held me tight against an equally solid chest. They felt as good as Davon’s and I didn’t quite understand why. Or how.
“Put me down.” I tried to exert some control over the situation that, if I were honest, had gotten away from me before I’d opened my eyes.
“You are too weak to stand. You also need to eat in order to sustain the life we worked so hard to save.”
He sat in a massive winged-backed chair in front of a crackling fire that raged as much as my trepidation.
“I can sit on my own as well.” I tried pushing away from him and was met with the steel cage of his arms.
“I’m sure you can, but I prefer it this way,” he said.
I’m sure confusion was plain on my face when his lips curved up at the ends. I caught a glimpse of stark white teeth before a shiver stole through my body. I’d just been gifted with an orgasm by his friend and my body buzzed with awareness for Xander now. Something was happening to me, but I didn’t know what it was, couldn’t put my finger on it. All I knew was whatever happened between Davon and myself could never happen again. Not with him. Not with anyone.
Especially not these men. I couldn’t help but feel there was a whole lot of information they were keeping from me. I was off-kilter, confusion simmering just beneath my skin.
