Love Bites (Book one)

Chapter Twenty six

*Sven*

I was waiting for Yasmin on the field with some of the guards that had arrived early for their training. Obviously word had spread that these sessions were being run by me and that is why now everyone was in their best gear, standing to attention, waiting intently. I had to admit that their attempt to kiss my ass was only going to take them so far. Yasmin and I had discussed last night making sure that we did not perform the same exercises as the night before, partly so that we could get a good idea of each guard's starting point without them just finding out from their friends what they would be asked to do.

Charles was already waiting for his group to arrive by the forest so that he could do his usual hide and capture mission, while Phillippe had his group in the training ring. It was tight having three groups of vamps training at one, but at least we were utilising all the space we had. I was considering expanding so that we had more than one of each, and although the field and training ring would be easy enough, it took time to cultivate a forest like the one we had here, and would not be able to be easily duplicated.

I was pulled from my thoughts of expansion, by the feeling of eyes on me. I looked towards the castle, seeing Yasmin appear in some of the workout gear I had asked to buy for her. It was not as baggy as the set that she usually wore, consisting of a race back vest top and lycra shorts, making my c**k swell slightly at the sight of her. I had decided not to call on one of my harem before coming out tonight, not wanting for Yasmin to smell it on me and edge away from me like the previous night. I never wanted her to move away from me.

She came to stand by my side, so close that if I reached out slightly I would be able to feel her soft skin against my own, but too far away for such a touch to be deemed as an accident. It was teasing, tempting, and I was not one hundred percent sure if she had placed herself there on purpose. Maybe my plan was working and she was warming up to the idea of her joining my harem.

“Listen up.” Yasmin announced as the last of the guards appeared, everyone, including Frankie, standing to attention. “Tonight we are going to start off with suicides. For those of you that do not know what they are, I will demonstrate.” With that, Yasmin moved to the edge of the field, we had already set up a series of marks along the edge and after she looked back to check that everyone was watching, she took off at a sprint to the first marker. Reaching down to touch the ground she then doubled back to touch the starting line then pivoted again, running to the second marker down before touching the ground and turning. She continued to do this, running further and further up the field at lightning speed before finally she ran the whole length and came to a stop.

“It may look simple, but you need to use your speed and then agility to touch, turn and then return. If you don’t touch the mark then you have to run the length again. We are going to be doing this three times so everyone, form a line.” I bellowed, watching as everyone quickly fell into position. “Go!” I called, watching as everyone sprinted away from the start point.

Yasmin stood back, a hand reaching up to one of her shoulders and rolling it slightly. I walked over to her, raising a questioning brow. “I should have stretched before I went.” She laughed slightly, still rubbing out the ache.

I moved behind her, brushing her hand off her shoulder and replacing it with my own. I heard her breath hitch slightly as my finger tips grazed her skin, it was just as soft as I imagined. I moved my hands slightly, placing my thumbs over her shoulder blade before pushing down, making a quick moan escape her. I repeated the action, watching as her head leaned to one side to give me better access. “How is that?” I whispered, my breath fanning her neck as I leaned in closely, wondering what her blood would taste like, if it would be just as addictive as her scent which was now tinged with arousal.

I leaned closer, unable to stop myself as I placed a small kiss on her collarbone. It was amazing, the way that her body leaned against me, the shocks that travelled through my hands at the slightest touch of her skin. But then, she stiffened, her whole body tense as a bow as she stopped leaning against me and instead stood to attention. I froze in my movements, not sure what had happened to make her pull away from me, my eyes looked up, noting how no one was looking at us, the guards still running their suicides and Charles focused on his group that were all deep in the treed.

I lowered my hands, taking a step backwards as she took a few steps to the side, away from me. “Better, thank you Master.” She muttered, not looking over to me as she hung her head slightly. Something was going on with her, I knew that much. Every time I thought I was getting somewhere, she would freeze up. Every time I thought she might be inches away from melting like so many women before her, she would turn into an ice cube. Why?

I tried to think about what had happened and what could have been the reason as the guards ran to a stop, each looking winded and rolling their shoulders in a similar way to what Yasmin had been. I shook my head, knowing that I would not be able to figure out the puzzle that was Yasmin right now as we got the guards to line back up in a row. Yasmin walked up and down, seeming to size up each of them.

“We are going to pair you up with someone as opposite to you as possible. When we get into the training ring, you will be trying to wrestle your opponent into submission. You can use your abilities, and speed but you cannot harm them.” Yasmin informed them before starting to pair the guards up.

I could tell straight away that the Telveys and Frankie were looking uneasy at being pitted against Physveys in this way. Phillippe and his group started to file out of the training ring as we headed inside. He did not stop and ask how the guards were doing in the same way that Charles had done, showing his disinterest in their progress. I shook my head, wondering if he understood that they would be the only thing that stood between us and an enemy if we were attacked in our sleep.

Phillippe was the second of my children to be turned. When me and Drex found him, he was broken, bleeding, almost wishing for death to come and take him. But then, I gave him the choice to get revenge on the son of a b***h that had taken it on himself to destroy his village, kill his family, and he accepted. I thought we were past the point of him going back to that day, being tied to a cross like Jesus f*****g Christ himself and being forced to watch as everything he held dear was taken from him one piece at a time, but we weren’t. I do not think all the changes that were happening were helping him either, given that that seemed to be almost like a trigger for him sometimes.

We walked into the ring, getting the Telveys and Frankie to stand on one side with their Physvey partners on the other. The Physveys looked cocky, sure of their ability to win because of their superior strength. A smile spread on my face as I thought of how I could show them that it would not be as easy as they thought it would be, not if their opponents didn’t let them. “Yasmin.” I called out, watching as she turned to look at me questioningly over her shoulder. “Maybe we should give a quick demonstration?”

Her eyes widened slightly, looking like she was ready to refuse when she looked around, noticing all eyes were on her, knowing that to refuse would make her look weak and not up to the task. Her face quickly set to one of determination, giving me a curt nod before walking over to the Telvey side while I walked and stood in front of the Physveys. “Ready?” She asked, her face showing no emotion, no hint of what she was going to try and do. Good.

I gave her a small nod, taking a step closer as she mirrored my movements. We circled each other for a moment, before I decided to try and see what she had. I used my enhanced speed to get in front of her, reaching out and grabbing her watching as a smile spread on her face. I thought for a moment that she would take my electric ability, worried for a moment that everyone was in danger if she could not control it like she had not been able to when she went up against Nelson, but then she shoved me.

My body stumbled backwards, surprised at her strength that was much greater than when she had pounded against my chest when I tried to restrain her. Holy s**t, she had taken my Physvey strength. I shook my head, letting out a small chuckle as I was not expecting that. I tried again to use my speed to get in behind her and restrain her arms, but as soon as my arms wrapped around her she stamped on my foot, through her head back into my nose and then elbowed me in the ribs. I stumbled again slightly, trying to recover but then she was on my back, holding on to me like her life depended on it, one arm wrapped around my throat as her thighs held on tightly.

For a second, I thought about maybe letting her win, letting her have a small victory, but then I knew that it would be dishonest to both her and the others watching and so I threw myself backwards on to the ground, hearing a slight gasp as all the air rushed out of Yasmin, my weight coming down on top of her. Her hold on me went lax and I rolled over, pinning her arms above her head, my body nestled between her thighs as she still struggled below me.

Her pelvis shot up and down, her back arching so that her breasts were pushed into me. I knew that she was only trying to find a way to get me off her, but f*****g hell, it was sexy as s**t. All the blood rushed to my d**k, making every thrust she made feel like she was trying to make me explode in my pants. Finally she stopped, breathless and panting, her eyes wide as she took in shaky breath after shaky breath.

“I submit.” She breathed out, her body going lax below me. I wanted to lean down and place a tender kiss on her slightly parted lips. I wanted to know what her mouth tasted like, if she would try to fight me if I took what I wanted more than anything. For just a moment, it was just me and her, the training ring and the other guards fading away to nothing as I stared into her grey eyes that felt like they were pulling me, taking me wherever they wanted me to go. “I submit!” She yelled louder, breaking the spell I was under as she bucked again.

This time I did not continue to hold her down, allowing her to crawl out from under me, brushing off the dirt from her hands on to her legs. She sent me a scathing look before turning to the Telveys and Frankie. “You may not have the superior strength, but you have the dexterity and speed to try and take your opponent by surprise. Use it.” She announced, walking to the far end. I took the opportunity to adjust my erection so that it would not be visible as I stood up and walked to the opposite end, knowing that I needed to put some space between me and Yasmin.

The others started to wrestle one after the other, but I was not watching them, I was focusing on Yasmin who seemed hell bent on looking everywhere but at me. Why? Why wouldn’t she look at me? I was getting angrier and angrier the longer the matches went on. The Telveys put up a good fight, some of them managing to win. Even Frankie was able to use her shields to make it so that her opponent could not lay a finger on her, waiting for him to tire himself out before pinning him. But all that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the fact that Yasmin was now ignoring me.

The training came to an end, everyone filing out as Yasmin gave a few words of encouragement to Frankie and the other girls that had come to the training. She tried to walk past me, tried to leave without coming to me. In two strides, I was by her side, grabbing her arm firmly bringing her to a stop. Still, she looked away from me, making my anger reach a whole new level. “My office, now.” I gritted out against her ear. Watching as she nodded her head slightly. Whatever this was, whatever was between us, I needed to know if she was mine once and for all.