SWNOVELS Chapter 31: Pet
Angel’s POV
She had no concept if it was day or night. If it had been only a couple hours or 24 hours since she left the bar. So many combined factors including boarded windows made telling time impossible here.
She COULD count how many times Damien had fed from her though. 5. He was a man obsessed.
He said he had let her sleep 8 unconscious hours after the first taste, and she had desperately needed it. The dark poison from the near-fatal feed was potent though and her unconscious dreams were plagued with dark sexual images and cravings. Even now many hours or days later she still felt a clenched ache above her pubic bone. A little venom would go a long way if she were to suggest it for the Tribe.
His subsequent tastes were just that. As if he had to prove to himself that he could just sip the wine. Or perhaps it was to prove something to her? Angel asked him questions about vampires at every opportunity she felt brave, trying to connect puzzle pieces in her mind. She learned that without human food they could feed just once a week, at an amount half of what he took from her in the first feed. She learned it was rare for a vampire to lose control, as he had done. She learned they normally ‘milked meatbags’ for a week before disposing of them.
She was sat on the bed staring at her clenched hands, empty jerky bags of a makeshift dinner beside her. Was SHE just a meatbag now? Pained thoughts of never seeing Castiel, Dai, Taala and others hung heavy. She had failed the factions and her friends against the lycans with her own bravado.
The door clicked and Damien appeared. It must be a new day as he was dressed in a matching white pinstripe suit, complete with tapered jacket and red pocket square. He did cut a striking image for a monster.
“I want to leave Damien. Now.” She didn’t miss a moment on this visit as her normal fear was temporarily replaced with intent.
“You will little pet. It’s the middle of the night now so you’ll wait until morning. All sorts of beasts roam the streets at night you know.” His sickly sweet voice still gave her goosebumps every time.
“I’ll take my chances.” Damien smiled amused as he stepped to an upholstered highback chair and fell into it. Both bodies were unmoving while silence descended. Damien suddenly stood.
“Let’s discuss the Coven’s involvement with the city fight then, yes? You forsee us fighting alongside humans, demons and kittens do you?” Angel nodded. “Then we will need a permanentttt arrangement. I won’t brush shoulders with niceties one night, to return the next and have my kindness slaughtered by holy crosses and silver bullets.” Angel saw the reasoning. She had worked on an idea that would benefit three factions directly, maybe more. It hinged on Dai’s agreement though and a promise of safe feeds from all under Damien.
“I have a plan, but I must be allowed to leave to finish it. You would need to agree to no more killing. And YOU must keep to your word to provide 5 samples of vampire blood to Syndicate.”
“6 samples have already been dropped on the human’s doorstep.”
“6? But you have only- Oh.. N-no, please!”
His black eyes were glued to her neck, something he had done every time before a forced taste. She tried to rush back on the bed, but in a moment he was pressed full against her. His hands held her clasped ones above her head and made the crop top rise well above the top of her breasts. His nose slithered down her ear, then down the side of her face, and down again where he licked slowly over the same pained spot he always chose. She yelped under him.
“A parting gift, little Angel. But agree to be my blood pet permanently and the Coven will not take another citizen from these streets.”
“NO!” She fought and tried to knee him. He pressed his own knee between her legs and slid it against her core. She gasped, fear spiking. “You’d s-starve your family for one piece of meat?!”
He laughed. “I would.” He punctuated his words with a hard bumped knee to her sex. He inhaled deeply and licked her neck again. “Besides, you have an airtight plan to welcome us with open arms to the streets right?” His manipulation made tears crest and fall.
She felt spikes, then suction as he pierced. A second suck proved this wasn’t a taste and she bucked hips under him. He growled a sound and applied crushing pressure on her hands in a reminder of stillness. “Enough, please!” she whimpered.
He shook his head against her and withdrew fangs enough to whisper back, still closing his mouth over the spot again and again as her heartbeat poured a little out at every beat. “Be my good little pet first.”
She whimpered another ‘No’ and felt slight tunnel vision with the start of fluttery breaths. Her head swirled with intrusive sexual thoughts, embarrassing as she suddenly craved the perversion of Master’s hands on her again. She felt fabric scratch her exposed nipples and shifted for more jolting tingles there. Force against her need registered and she ground down on it, rolling in circles for more. A hand cupped a breast and squeezed delightfully, and she arched into it.
There was a tongue swirling over her neck and then teeth grazing her jaw. She imagined Castiel’s face above and rocked against the weight crushing her pleasantly. A hand slid down her skin, paused specifically over Master’s tattoo, then down to grip a hip bone with nails. Sweet torture! She clenched thighs around the knee pressing hard needing more friction. “Castiel please.. More!”
A hand slid beneath clothing and found her bundle of nerves. It rubbed fast and almost cruel to build tingles from her toes and waves from her sex. A long finger pressed inside her, then rubbed her nub again. Dipped inside, rub. Curled inside, rub. She was chasing the quickly building peak while teeth nipped all along her jaw and cheek. “You will be my pet.” She heard. Her head swirled and fierce desire for release burned every muscle. In a few more seconds she had cried out a rush against skilled fingers and rocked hard spasms as it lessened.
Weight removed from her and then from the bed. A door click echoed somewhere, and she was left staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
Skinny Blood Guards had now walked with her to the lobby and she stared at the exit doors. Handsome twins, she thought briefly, wondering casually in the next minute what Eva and Ellie thought of them. She shook her head at the drunk fuzziness and shuffled out into the brightening street.