Alpha’s Blood: A Vampire Shifter Romance (Midnight Doms)

Selene

The vampire king moves behind me, a giant, dark shadow in the this frightening place. His laughter echoes around me, surrounding me like warm blanket, entering my veins. The sound makes me light headed, like a glass of whiskey on an empty stomach. I sway a little and he wraps a large arm around my waist.

“Welcome to Toxic, pet.”

“This place…is yours?” I’ve heard of the vampire’s night club and the rumors of what it really is: a BDSM dungeon with a dance club as a cover. Some vampires are sadists, and prefer their victims to be submissive masochists. Sweetbloods, they call them. The blood has more flavor when mixed with endorphins, the body’s response to pain.

“All you see.”

“Everything the light touches,” I mutter. A smart mouth is a good way to cover up fear. Lucius laughs again, and keeps chuckling as he moves me forward.

We’re halfway to the center of the room, where a heavy throne sits on a raised platform, a spotlight showcasing its medieval splendor, when the silence makes sense.

“There’s no one here.”

“Of course not,” Lucius purrs in my ear. “You are my most prized possession. I do not want to show you off, not quite yet.”

I think of the party he’s throwing in a month. “But someday?”

“Someday.” He moves from me, taking his place on the throne. A king in his kingdom. His natural habitat. “Are you ready to begin your training?”

Am I? I turn in place, taking extra time to examine the wall of implements. The Wall of Pain. In training, I’ve seen worse, felt worse, but this is different. Private. Sensual. There’s only the two of us here. Lucius, rolling up his shirtsleeves to expose deliciously strong forearms. Me, with my nipples tenting my romper top and my pussy pulsing.

I’m not scared of the way Lucius might hurt me. I’m scared I might like it.

Lucius snaps his fingers and I’m over beside him in a flash. Kneeling, head bowed, arms boxed behind my back.

“Playtime’s over,” he tells me. “When we’re here, you’ll obey my commands or be punished. No excuses, no exceptions. You will call me sir at all times, unless I’ve ordered you not to speak. Understand? You may speak.”

I swallow. “Yes, sir.”

“I might wish for you to strip, or crawl. You will obey immediately or suffer the consequences. And, pet, you won’t like the consequences. Do you have any questions?”

“What are the consequences?” I ask, adding, “Sir?”

His dark eyes twinkle at me. He’s enjoying this…scene, game, whatever it is. “Disobey and find out.”

My eyes flick to the Wall of Pain. He leans forward and captures my chin, drawing me back. “Obey me and I’ll reward you. You will love the rewards. You had a taste of them last night.”

Yep. I’ll never forget those orgasms. I want more.

“In one month, I will present you to my kingdom. A king’s consort. Everyone will covet you. You’ll perform for them, and earn your freedom.”

“And this,” he reaches to the side table and opens a drawer, draws out a box. A heavy silver collar lies on a black velvet cushion. Lucius picks it up and diamonds wink at me. “A collar fit for a queen. I intend to train you for my use, and mine alone. You will kneel for no one…but me.”

Interesting. Xavier’s intel said nothing about him being this possessive with a submissive.

I open my mouth and wait for the incline of his head giving me permission to speak. “And after the party…sir?”

“You’ll free to come and go as you please. You’re free to go back to your pack, if you wish. The price of your freedom is your ultimate submission, but after that, you can take the collar and go.”

I rock back on my heels. He intends to train me, make me want him. I’m a prop in his show of power. If he can get me to do as he commands …

“And if I want to stay?”

“There will always be a place for you here. At my side.”

“As your submissive? Or for you to pass around as you please?”

“Our arrangement has a natural end, but I would continue to take care of you. You would work here. You would only submit to vampires you choose.”

I tilt my head as if considering it. He thinks he’s going to break down my defenses. I’m going to break down his–and the minute he turns his back, I’ll turn on him. Everything is going according to plan.

“All right,” I say. “I’m ready.”

He sweeps a hand out and indicates the Wall of Pain. “Choose.”

I straighten. Stare at him and heave a breath before getting to my feet. The rows of implements blur as I get close. I grab the one closest to me, a strip of leather with an angled tip attached to a long handle. When I return to Lucius, I kneel and offer it to him, head bowed. The choreography of high protocol makes things easier, especially when I’m steeling myself for a long night.

Lucius takes the whip and sets it aside before gathering me close.

“Frightened?”

I dip my head.

“Don’t be. I won’t harm you.” His large hands trespass over my body, kneading my shoulders until I melt, finding my resistance, breaking it down. His touch feels good. I both love and hate how I respond to him.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I blurt.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just be.”

“When we’re in a scene, I am aware of everything about you–every movement, every flinch, every quiver. Your role is to be aware of me. I will be your world. My words, your god.” His large hands cup my face and tip my head back to meet his eyes. “Give yourself to me, Selene. I won’t ever let you fall.”

Lucius

My pet squirms on my lap, too on edge to sit still. She’s both nervous and curious, a refreshing combination. I set her on her knees on the floor and fasten the collar around her neck. “High protocol,” I tell her and she nods, instantly bowing her head. Her gasp makes me grasp her chin. “What is it, pet?”

“Do you need me?” She eyes the bulge in my slacks. Afraid? Eager? Her face is a mask a vampire would envy.

“Not right now, pet,” I tell her. “You must earn it.” Her eyes widen slightly. Nervous. She really is a virgin.

“You need a new safeword, pet. Something unique.”

“Shrubbery?” she suggests and I bite back a grin.

“That will work.”

I sit in silence for a moment, letting her anticipation build. She fidgets, shifting her ass over one heel, then the other. Her wide eyes blink rapidly, breath shortens. She watches my face and I watch her back.

“Stand and disrobe.” I keep the order short. Concise.

She immediately jumps to obey. Her romper falls to the floor in a heap and she stands nude before me, her pretty nipples jutting out, her cunt dewy and ripe for the taking.

My cock throbs painfully against my leg, but I’m a master of control. A vampire in my position has to be. I’m not like a rutting wolf, who gives into his desire and marks his mate viciously. No, I bide my time. Make her tremble. Teach her obedience. My satisfaction comes in my dominion over her, not in some base release of my manhood.

I slowly rise from my throne, picking up a leash and hooking it to her collar. “Come, pet. I’m eager to mark your pale skin again.” I take the dragon’s tail with me, and a leather paddle.

She doesn’t miss any of it, her dilated eyes taking it all in with a flash of alarm. I lift my chin in the direction of a spanking bench. “Over there. Mount the bench, pet.”

I don’t miss the shiver that runs down her spine, but she obeys wordlessly, kneeling over the bench.

I buckle her wrists and ankles in and check them for tightness. Her pussy looks too delicious not to touch, so I sweep a finger over the dewy slit, spreading her natural lubricant up to her clit.

She arches her ass to me and I spank it, hard.

She’s a wolf, so pain means little. Any marks I leave will heal almost immediately. Some vampires love shifter subs for this reason. Some hate them–they prefer humans who will feel the full brunt of punishment for days.

I never had much of an opinion, but in this moment, I’m glad Selene is a little wolf. I’m too protective of her to want her to experience any lasting discomfort, even for pleasure’s sake.

“Ready for your spanking, Selene?”

She doesn’t answer, so I slap her ass again.

“Yes, sir.” Her words are slightly sullen, but I don’t miss the breathless quality to them. She’s excited but her pride keeps her from admitting it.

I palm the handle of the leather paddle. It’s a lovely instrument, flat and slappy. It makes for a great warm up–a little more harsh than the flogger or my hand, but still light and stingy.

I slap it once across the center of her buttocks and listen to her gasp. The mere sound of it gives me pleasure. I smack her again and pause for the reaction. I begin in earnest, slapping fast and quick, all over her pale globes.

The intensity surprises her, because she gasps and squirms, twisting her wrists against the cuffs. I love the way her ass clenches and quivers. After thirty or so strokes, she gets control of herself. The endorphins are starting to kick in as the blood rushes to her ass, turning it a rosy hue. She slows her breath and goes still, taking the spanks bravely.

So, of course, I stop.

“Getting warm, beautiful?” I squeeze one cheek roughly.

She growls a bit, totally unsubmissive.

I chuckle. “I think this ass needs something to clench around while I spank, don’t you?”

She’s wise enough not to answer.

I get a tube of lubricant from my toolbox and coat a small, stainless steel butt plug with it. “Open for your plug, pet.”

She immediately tightens her anus.

I wait.

After a moment, she blows out a breath, relaxing her ass. I press the bulbous tip to her tight rosette and apply slight pressure. After a beat, the muscles release. I push the plug forward and she gives a mewl of alarm.

“Easy, pet. Breathe. Big exhale.”

I wait until she obeys, then continue to press the plug in until it seats. She whimpers, a tremor shaking her inner thighs. Her juices leak from her cunt.

“Good girl.” I resume spanking with the paddle, lighter this time, but with the intent of jiggling her flesh and causing the plug to twist and move inside of her.

She moans and pants. Squirms and gasps.

I stop and twist the plug, pulling it out an inch before plunging it back inside her. Her gasp of surprise makes me harder than a rock.

“You’re not blooded, but is this ass virginal, too, little wolf? You may speak.”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.

“You like it, though, don’t you?”

“No!” she gasps immediately.

I pause, waiting for her to correct her mistake, but she doesn’t. I pick up the dragon’s tail. “No, sir, you mean.”

“No, sir,” she agrees quickly.

“Too late, love.” I flick the handle of the implement and the leather braid snaps down across her buttocks.

She gasps and her shoulders tense.

I wait a full ten seconds before I apply a second stroke, then only two beats before the third. I keep the rhythm unpredictable but slow, driving her into a pain-induced euphoria, each biting lash an invitation to sink deeper. To surrender fully.

She does, and quickly. She certainly has been trained in this regard. It’s more the pleasure part that appears foreign to her. Who were the idiots who trained her, anyway?

But why am I surprised? So many masters know only cruelty and greed for power. They lack the subtlety necessary to achieve the true balance of dominance and submission.

I stripe her ass thoroughly, then wait, listening to the sound of her frantic breaths. When they quiet, I reward her with a slow nuzzle of her clit.

She moans. I circle it with my forefinger, rub a little harder.

I pump the buttplug at the same time and her breath returns to pants.

“Beg,” I command. A single word. One she likely hates.

Her inner thighs quiver. She’s wetter than an ocean, but I’m loathe to let her come yet. Especially if she won’t beg.

I walk around to the front of the spanking bench, and unzip my pants.

She lifts her blue-grey eyes to my face, lust and confusion warring.

“Please me, Selene, and I’ll let you come.”

She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue.

I free my cock and rub it over her generous lips. She licks around the head with sloppy, uncoordinated movements. It’s harder without the use of hands.

I push into her mouth, fuck it. I know lots of doms will change up the rhythm so a sub can’t follow it, so she’ll choke and gag and grow fearful. I don’t play those games. I want her to enjoy pleasuring me, so I make it easy for her. Slow dips into her mouth, not too deep.

Her training shows now. She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, her tongue swirling underneath my cock.

A shudder of pleasure runs through me, right down to my heels.

This little wolf…she does such things to me.

I grip the back of her head and fuck her mouth faster. “Good girl. Such a good cock-suck, aren’t you? Keep it up…just like that.” Pleasure gets on top of me, far before I expect it. My eyes roll back in my head.

“I’m coming,” I warn. I spend in her mouth and she swallows my essence down without complaint.

I stroke her hair back, run my thumb over her soft cheek. “Good girl,” I praise. “You’ve pleased your master.”

She lifts her gaze to mine, steady. There’s an unspoken appeal there.

“Yes, I’ll let you come, now, beautiful. You deserve the reward.”

I don’t unbuckle her. I want her captive for this. I stroke around behind her and fuck her with the plug a few times before I pull it out. Then I lick her from clit to anus and back again. I push her thighs open and feast between her legs, exploring her folds, fucking her with my tongue. When she’s moaning, I stop and spank her pussy–five firm swats.

She shrieks and moans, twists against the leather cuffs holding her ankles and wrists.

I repeat the whole thing–first treating her with my tongue, then pussy-spanking her. Four more rounds and she’s a sobbing wreck.

“Please… please, sir. Let me come. I need to come now. Please, I can’t take it any more,” she babbles.

“You think you deserve to come now?” I spank her pussy.

“Yes! Yes, sir.”

I spank her again, three more times. I twist my little finger inside her tight channel and finger fuck her.

“You may come.” I manage to sound regal. Imperial, even, but I’m actually as moved as she is, lust rocketing through my limbs despite the fact that I just came in her mouth.

Something about seeing my proud, beautiful wolf so undone excites me more than anything has in the last century.

Be careful, Lucius. Don’t let this one get under your skin. Lose focus and you’ll miss the direction of the coup.

Selene’s walls squeeze my pinkie like a vise and her thighs quake as she comes and comes, her belly heaving against the padded leather bench, her bare breasts rubbing it with each breath.

I stifle a groan.

When she’s finished, I unbuckle her, wrap her up in a blanket and carry her to my throne. “You all right, pet?” I settle in my chair, with my treasured cargo in my lap.

Her head falls back, her mouth curved and eyes hazy with bliss. “I’m not dead yet.”

I chuckle.

“I will consume you as you consume me, and if we’re very lucky pet, we won’t both die of pleasure.”

It was a mistake, keeping her a virgin. For all her strength, she has no defenses against a slow seduction.

I enjoy her warm weight. She turns in my arms, mumbles something.

“What’s that, pet?” I smooth her hair down her back.

“I didn’t know it would feel this way,” she whispers.

“How does it feel?”

Her lips shape the words but barely any sound comes out. “Good. It feels good.”