His Slave, His Mate

Fighting dirty

He stood there waiting for my next attack.

Okay, it's more like a lame attempt. In reality, no matter how much I train, there is almost zero chance for me to defeat him and that is not taking into account the thousands of years of fighting.

As a vampire, he has better reflexes and senses in general. He is faster and more vigilant than any other being. As far as I heard, there are only one species of faery that has a similar skill set to a vampire, but that probably is a load of bullcrap. It is no secret that faeries lie to keep a good face and scare off any potential attackers.

"Are you going to attack or just daydream there, little halfbreed?"

I turned back to Damien, rolling my eyes at him at the same time,

"We both know that there is no chance in hell that I would take you down in force."

Damien chuckled at my whine and pushed his hands into his pockets... and that drew my eyes to his legs... to his long, muscular legs. His black fitted slacks seemed very professional at first, but now... now they left very little for the imagination. From where I was standing I could clearly see where his palms ended and... his other parts started...

No!

I can't let my mind wander in that direction.

But no matter how hard I tried to push my thoughts away, my mind still returned to his body. And thoughts alone made my body tremble with lust and need. I could f*****g feel wetness gather between my thighs and I was sure he could smell it.

Fuck!

Heat colored my cheeks as I felt my scent spread through the room.

Fuck....

I slowly lifted my eyes to see if he had noticed, but to my surprise, he wasn't there.

At that exact moment, I felt a cold breath against my neck and a finger brushing away a strand of my hair from the nape of my neck.

"Well, my darling little halfbreed, you should never fight with just your body's physical strength or depend on it too much."

The last words he whispered right into my ear. His body was pressed into mine as one of his hands traveled to my hip.

My breathing quickened and I was getting lost in the f*****g lust. My mind was fuzzy, the only thing I could concentrate on was his closeness, each and every point where my body touched his.

"You should use everything that is at your disposal."

These words were no longer whispered to my ear but said louder from the other side of the room.

I shook my head trying to shake away the fuzzy cloud of lust from my mind as I stared at him. He stood there with an old ring on a chain that I had been wearing for the last five years... the ring that my father left or forgot... or whatever, but it was the only thing that I had of his.

My hand instantly went to my neck, trying to feel the chain that I usually charm not to be visible to anyone.

FUCK!

When did he take it off?

And without me even noticing it?

"How..."

He lifted the chain onto his neck and clipped it onto his neck.

"Well, that, my darling, is called fighting dirty or diversion. I used my body to pull your focus onto it, changing the focus of your mind from the fact that I was attacking you to the fact that we were touching... to the fact that my body was touching yours..."

He had a wicked smile on his face as he said the last words.

"And as you saw, I didn't use any physical strength or abilities."

"Okay, you proved your point, now please give it back?"

"Nope. I think you need a little bit more motivation, so if you want it back, you have to take it."

HE WAS f*****g MOCKING ME?

He was so f*****g annoying.

"Okay, if you want to play like that..."

I changed my stance and focused on my powers.

If he wants to fight dirty, I can give him dirty.

I conjured little flames onto my palms.

"No powers. At least until I am sure that you won't blow us both up. Not all of us are immune to fire."

I rolled my eyes at his words.

"Fine."

"Good girl. Now attack."

He stood there with his hands in his pockets again.

Smug bastard.

Okay... I need a plan, concentrate, Lilly.

I took a few deep breaths, but they were no help because the room smelled of him and my arousal. Those two scents mixed together were a bit much to filter out, but after a few breaths, it got a bit better.

Okay, think.... what can I do to draw his attention away, long enough to get the necklace back.

I could cut myself, the scent of blood would really disturb him. If what I know is true, the hunger would take over really fast, but he would probably attack me then and I won't be able to stop him without causing too much damage. So blood will only be the last call.

There have to be other ways to make him lose focus.

I took another deep breath and our mixed scents hit my lower body like a f*****g meteorite.

Wait, if it affects me, it has to affect him to some extent? His sense of smell should be better than mine and I know that he is attracted to me. He made it perfectly clear at the beginning.

Okay, I can work with that.

I just need to seduce him to the point that he loses focus and I can get the necklace back.

I looked at the mirror wall to check how I looked.

And I looked okay I guess. The black pants fit like a second skin, so they complimented my full ass. The t-shirt really didn't do anything for me now, so I tied the bottom of it, so my middle was exposed. The pants were high and wasted enough that only a bit of my middle was showing. It looked better, but it still nodded a bit more...

I lifted my hands to my neckline and ripped it apart in the middle. Now it showed a healthy amount of my cleavage.

Good... this is better.

I pulled my hair out of the low ponytail I had it in earlier. I then did the flip front and then back, to give the hair some volume. It gave me the wild look that I was going for.

Good.

I took a deep breath and turned to Damien.

He was standing in the same place as before, but he was following each of my moves with his eyes. He was chuckling at my actions, but I could see his eyes lingering on the exposed skin.

Good...

I captured his attention.

Fuck, this is stupid. I thought to myself one last time and pushed those thoughts away.

Mustering up all my sexiness into the next steps.

I took a few steps, getting closer to him, swinging my hips, and making it seem that I didn't have a care in the world.

He stayed in place no matter how close I got. His eyes followed my every movement. I made a mental note to touch my neck and cleavage as unnoticeable as possible.

I am sure he knew that it was intentional, but he still followed my lead.

"I think you ripped your shirt."

"Really... did I?"

Now that I stood in front of him, it was even harder to concentrate on my task.

Why did he have to be this hot?

Lilly, concentrate.

I took a deep breath and continued.

I pushed part of my hair from the neck and I pretended it had nothing to do with his eyes following my fingers.

Good...

I leaned closer in and laid my hand on the top of his arm.

"Maybe you should help me take it off? As you show off the prize, I have to look my part."

"Maybe I should."

As he said that, his hands moved to the bottom of my shirt and he started to untie it. As he was doing that, the tops of his fingers touched my belly a few times and every time it sent shock waves down my body.

Shit, maybe this wasn't the best idea...

He untied my shirt and before it could fall into place he started to lift it. To help him, I lifted my hands up.

Slowly, he pulled the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground.

And now I stood topless.

Before my hands could fall and cover my exposed boobs, he captured them and laid them onto his shoulders.

His hands traveled to my sides. His fingers brushed against my naked skin.

The feeling... the rough softness...

I don't know who was the first one to step forward, but our lips smashed against one another. His hands moved from my sides to my ass as he pulled me in closer.

The kiss wasn't just a kiss... it was more like we were having s*x with each other's mouths.

My hands were about to slide into his hair when my fingers touched the cold metal of the chain. It was like a cold shower drawing me out of the lusty haze and back to my task.

Slowly, I unclipped the chain and pulled it off his neck.

As I was doing that, I also leaned back from the kiss.

Breathing hard, I stepped back, sliding out of his hands.

"I won."

I held the simple chain as a trophy.

"That you did..."

I could see a smile forming on his face.

"Good job, but I think it will be enough for today."

With a victory smile on my face, I lifted the t-shirt from the ground and pulled it on.

I was trying to hide how much this whole encounter affected me. The truth is that I wanted to climb him and use him to satisfy this hunger. To devour him like the most delicious meal.

"Okay..."

I wasn't sure what I wanted to say.

"Yes... dinner will be at seven and Gabriel will be joining us."

"Oh... good."

I don't know why the mention of Gabriel staying made me feel a sharp pain pierce my chest.

Well okay... I know why, but I didn't want to admit that to myself, not right now.

"I will make dinner then. Do you have any preferences?"

"Well, I love my B positive."

I couldn't help myself. I busted out laughing.

"I will see what I can do with that. Does Gabriel have any dislikes or anything?"

"Well... no fish or any seafood in general."

"Good, I will see what I can whip up."

He smiled one last time and made his way out of the room. The moment the doors closed, I sank to the ground.

As my knees hit the floor, I released the breath I was holding.

Fuck... these emotions are so confusing... and I could feel them affecting my powers.

SHIT!

I have to let them out somehow, without burning down the house.

I could use the cellar as he offered... but I don't think I can do any sort of spell or training right now. My mind is too messy for that.

I could release this frustration in some other ways... faster ways and then I can probably read some more from the grimories.

While pushing myself off the ground, I released a breath and made a small mental plan on what to do.

I made my way through the small corridors and stairs until I reached my room.

As I stepped in and closed the door behind me, I started to pull my clothes off myself. Fully naked, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. After a few seconds of adjusting the temperature, I reached for the soft washcloth. Leathering it up with shower gel, I began slowly washing my body. My hands started with my shoulders... in my mind, it was Damien doing it.

His naked wet body pressed against mine as his slow hands started to move toward my breast. The soft fabric was a little rough on my sensitive n*****s.

My other hand at the same time moved in between my thighs. Fingers slowly brushed against the sensitive outer lips... slowly outlining them as shivers ran up my back. After a few circles, his fingers opened the lips as he touched the sensitive clit. It was so stiff and so sensitive.

The other hand released the washcloth and concentrated on the stiff n****e. His fingers rolled it, circled it, and even nipped it.

The sensation of both n*****s and the clit being stimulated was all it took to send me flying.

It was like lightning shooting through me as darkness clouded my vision and I moaned...

"Damien..."

Fuck...