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  "Okay," Tisha said with a shrug.

  "You don't understand, I need to leave, I need to get locked in a different cell. Aren't you over babysitting me? You can have the night off, I promise."

  "Not buying it, little witch," she said, shaking her head.

  I looked over at Sasha who just shrugged, but said nothing.

  Great.

  "Look, I'm getting out of here one way or another. Why don't we do this the easy way? Go ask your bosses what they say. You can each go one at a time right so I'll still have someone protecting me. See? Easy."

  "No." Sasha shook her head.

  "You want to do this the hard way?"

  "Oh, I can't wait to see what you think you're going to do, little witch," Tisha said with a chuckle.

  "You know, the funny thing is I'm not as much of a witch as you think," I said, feeling a little reckless and a little irritated. "You want to know what I'll do? I'll look at your futures and tell you exactly what's going to happen. You'll never be surprised by anything again. You'll know everything bad that will happen to you, everything good, and everything in between. I will ruin the time you have left on this earth by taking all the joy out of your life."

  I was practically snarling by the time I was done. Who cared if they knew? I'd already almost been killed a few times since I'd arrived, why should I let fear stop me anymore?

  "You're a seer?" Sasha gasped.

  "Damn straight. So don't come at me with what I need to do or not do. I know. I see."

  "Is that why you had those screaming dreams when you first arrived?" Tisha asked, catching on too quickly for my liking.

  I nodded but didn't give her anything else. "Now, let me through or I swear I will destroy any hope you have for the future. Then I will have the alphas end you."

  Sasha stepped aside, dipping her head to me as she did so.

  "If you think I'm not going to tell Ambrose the second I see him, then you're out of your mind, but who am I to stop a grown ass woman from doing whatever she wants." Tisha sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than anything else, but as I passed she slapped me on the back and said, "Go get 'em, babe."

  I had no idea what she thought I was about to do, but I didn't correct whatever her assumption was. Instead, I just walked away, through the halls toward Bane's cell. Others were turning in for the night and when the first buzzer hit, I was within sight of my target. I knew if I went in now though he'd just try and push me out.

  No, this had to be a last second thing.

  I never got the chance to make it to my target though. Christian was there, sweeping me up and carrying me with vamp speed back to his cell. He knew what I’d wanted to do, and he’d purposefully waited until the last minute to stop it from happening. If he thought I was going to thank him for this, he had another thing coming.

  14

  Nasima

  "What the hell, Christian?" I hissed as he set me down. The laser from the third alarm sweeping over the floor only milliseconds after we stepped into his cell. We could have been killed with that stunt. Not to mention he explicitly went against my plans without talking to me first.

  "Sorry, love, but I need you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning, and spending the night harassing Bane would not help with that." Christian sat on the edge of his bed and looked at me, his eyes full of mischief and excitement that had me questioning what exactly he was up to. I hated that it softened my anger, hated that it made the corners of my mouth want to tug up into a smile, so I crossed my arms over my chest and scowled at him.

  "Why?" I asked, trying to keep my tone serious. When his gaze remained fixed on where my arms were pressed against my breasts, I repeated my question, "Why do I need to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Christian?"

  "Because I got Ethel to agree to a meeting." A grin pulled at his lips and he looked altogether too satisfied with himself.

  "You never told me who she was," I replied, raising an eyebrow at his statement.

  "Ethel is the oldest witch in Nightstone. She's been around since the place was first built, even before the two-strike law was put into place." Christian reached for me as he spoke, slipping his hands around my waist and pulling me closer. Part of me wanted to resist, to be obstinate, to dig my heels in and not go, but the lure of his touch was too much.

  "So what did she do to get locked up when people barely even knew supes existed?"

  "No one knows. Or rather, the people that probably knew are now deceased. All I know is that she keeps to herself in the general population zone. The witches in there look up to her like a goddess or something," Christian pulled me down on top of him, and I went willingly, straddling his firm thighs.

  "And just how am I supposed to meet with this goddess if she's in the general population area?" I asked, a teasing note to my voice even though my heart pinched with resentment that we were stuck in supermax.

  "She has a way, but it has to be first thing while everyone is distracted with breakfast. I know where the meeting place is and she'll talk to you about everything you want to know. I heard she even knows a bit about seers, but she was only willing to do it tomorrow morning, which was why I had to drag you away from Bane's cell. See? Nothing untoward happening." He grinned up at me.

  I made a grumbling noise before sighing dramatically. "I guess not."

  "You know what else that means?" A breathtaking smile split his face and all I could do was shake my head in response.

  "It means we have the night together, and nothing is trying to kill you, and you're not recovering from something trying to kill you."

  "Oh really, and what are you implying?"

  "I'm hoping you'll let me show you why people lust after vampires so much." He rolled his hips, rubbing his erection against my core, sparking my desire for him even further. It was always simmering on the back burner, but that turned the heat up.

  "I'll consider it," I said.

  He made an exaggerated pouty face which looked slightly strange given that his fangs were also pressing down on his lip, framing the edges with white triangles. It might look strange, but there was something oddly adorable about it as well. My heart beat a little harder in my chest as he looked up at me.

  "Christian, if you kidnapped me to get a good night's sleep before meeting Ethel then surely you don't want to keep me up past my bedtime?" I asked innocently.

  "Of course, what was I thinking," he replied with a chuckle. With speed only a vampire could possess he flipped our positions so I was sitting on the bed while he stood and stripped, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. When he was in nothing but his boxers he climbed into bed around me and quietly asked, "Are you sleeping in your clothes?"

  It was my turn to pop up from the bed and strip. I kept my back to him, pulling my t-shirt and bra over my head before pushing my sweat pants down, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Ugly though they were.

  A rumble of approval came from behind me.

  When I turned around and climbed into the small bed with him I could feel his eyes drag over my form, taking in every move, every inch until heat licked at my skin just from his gaze. I pecked him on the lips before rolling over and shimmying back against him so my butt was tucked against his cock. The heat of it scorched my skin even through his boxers and my panties.

  "Do you really want to sleep?" he asked, suddenly seeming unsure, which amazed me.

  I stayed quiet for a moment, getting an odd pleasure from torturing my alpha vampire, before saying, "Not really. I want you to fuck me until I scream your name and all your little vampire underlings know just how good their king is in bed."

  Christian groaned behind me. His hand slipped over my naked skin, smoothing over my belly and drifting down between my legs. With a flick of his wrist, my panties were destroyed and just a scrap of material hung over my thigh. His hand slid between my legs, lifting the top one up and back so it was resting on his thighs, the coarse hairs tickling my skin, while his hand trailed back over my skin
lightly until I was trembling with need.

  The man hadn't kissed me, hadn't tortured my nipples, had simply spread my legs and yet I could feel how ready my body was for him. An ache was building between my thighs that only his cock could ease. When his fingers delicately moved between my folds, finding my slick heat waiting for him, he groaned again. The sound only served to ramp up my need.

  One finger dipped into my core, penetrating me slowly and thoroughly until I was fighting the urge to grind myself against his hand. He added a second finger and began to pump them in and out in a slow, steady, infuriating rhythm. A whimper escaped me and Christian chuckled darkly behind me.

  His fingers withdrew and I felt empty without them while he brought them to his mouth and sucked my slickness off them.

  "You taste of heaven, love," he said quietly in my ear. His fingers were back at my entrance before I could respond, pushing in inch by inch. The heel of his hand ground against my clit making me moan in earnest now that he was finally touching me where I needed it most. Christian curled his fingers inside me, rubbing against my g-spot in the most delicious way.

  My hips bucked back against him and the feeling of his hard cock pulsing between my ass cheeks drove me even higher toward my pleasure. Each thrust of his fingers and press of his palm had me racing toward the cliff edge of my orgasm. I was panting from the nearness of it.

  It was only when Christian scraped his fangs over my shoulder that I shattered though. My orgasm tore through me like a tornado leaving my head spinning as I came back to myself. Waves of pleasure rolled through me even after the orgasm was over leaving me twitching and jumping in Christian's arms.

  "Welcome back," my vampire whispered in my ear a moment later.

  It was my turn to chuckle. That orgasm had been intense, and though it was full of pleasure it hadn't eased the ache inside me. "Are you going to fuck me now?" I asked, my voice hoarse from my earlier screams.

  "Yes. That was just the warm up." He'd barely finished speaking when his mouth descended on to mine, devouring me and claiming me as his.

  These alpha males might be alphaholes sometimes, but they sure knew how to please me when it came to the bedroom. I wasn't sure when Christian had taken his boxers off, all I knew was that as his cock rubbed against the sensitized skin of my pussy, I could feel the velvet smoothness of him. It made me shudder in delight.

  He eased himself back and forth over my slick folds, coating himself in my wetness, and driving me wild all at the same time. My need for him had reached a fever pitch by the time the blunt head of his cock pushed against my opening. I wiggled against him, sliding even more of his cock inside me until he finally moved his hips, thrusting into me with one long stroke.

  I groaned as pleasure filled me just as much as his cock did, stretching me to my limit for a moment before he withdrew and thrust into me once more, even further. We continued like that for what seemed like hours, just enjoying the feel of each other's bodies and the way they fit together.

  Christian's hand came up and wrapped around my throat, his fingers turning my face to his so he could devour my mouth once more. His tongue twined with my own as he rolled the two of us so I was on top. My knees barely fit on the bed with how narrow it was but I didn't care all I knew was that I was the one in control now.

  I pumped up and down on his cock, filling myself with him harder and faster with every passing minute until the rhythm I'd set was faster than my own heart beat. A moment later Christian flipped us again.

  "Want this to be over so quickly, love?" he purred in my ear as he slowed the pace right down until I could feel every inch of him filling me before he pulled out excruciatingly slowly.

  "I want to come on your cock," I panted.

  "That I can do," he replied, punctuating his words with thrusts.

  He moved from being above me to kneeling between my legs, his cock never leaving me completely, and his fingers descended on my clit. The circular motions he used were enough to have me bucking and moaning as he revved me into a frenzy chasing the peak of my orgasm. Every time I got close he'd back off, leaving me trembling under him.

  "Please, Christian," I begged, unable to take it any longer.

  "As you wish, my love." That time he didn't stop, his talented fingers circled and stroked and pushed me to an orgasm that had me screaming his name as my pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing him and holding him tight.

  He slowly began to move inside me once more, easing the ache in my core until his hips were slapping against my own and I was clawing at him for something I couldn't put into words.

  "You want me to bite you?" he asked, his rhythm never faltering.

  I nodded frantically.

  He scooped me up and pinned me against the wall, rolling his hips and making me lose my mind with the sensations, and just when I thought it couldn't get any better he bit down on the sensitive area of my neck. His fangs punctured my skin and sent a wave of euphoria through me unlike anything else I'd ever experienced.

  I never wanted the night to end.

  The way he licked the wound and the blood that coated his fangs and lips made my heart stutter in my chest. He was a monster, but he was my monster, one who would never hurt me.

  I lunged upward, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down until I could kiss the daylights out of him, running my tongue over his fangs and savoring the coppery tang of my own blood on his lips.

  We spent the rest of the night loving each other, Christian bringing me to orgasm again and again while he denied himself the same pleasure. I was whimpering my way through my latest orgasm when I felt his pace stutter. He growled my name a moment before his cock pulsed inside me, jerking against my inner walls.

  When we finally collapsed back onto the bed we were both a sweaty mess, and my pussy was tender to the touch.

  "So much for not keeping me up all night," I said with a yawn as I lay my head on Christian's chest.

  "Maybe I just didn't want you up all night with Bane," he said quietly.

  "Who says we would have been?"

  He laughed softly as he stroked the damp strands of my hair away from my face. "I know you, Nasima, and I know him too. Neither of you would have made it through the night if you were trapped with each other. I just wanted you to remember how well your vampire can please you before you forgive him."

  "Jealous?" I asked, worry spiking through me.

  "No, I know you're mine. I can taste it in your blood, in your juices, everything about you screams for me just as my body screams for you. I also know that you are Ambrose's and personally I would very much like for the two of us to take you to bed like we did before. If Bane ends up joining us as well then I won't mind so long as his focus is on loving you."

  "Bane would never--"

  "He would... If you two can get past whatever it is that's between you." Christian fell quiet and stroked my hair until my mind and body were completely at peace next to him and my eyelids were growing heavy. "Sleep, Nasima, Ethel is looking forward to meeting you and I know you'll enjoy meeting her as well. I'll watch over you tonight."

  With those words, my mind sparked with curiosity about who and what Ethel was, but it wasn't strong enough to prevent sleep from overtaking me.

  15

  Nasima

  The buzzer for the doors to open in the morning seemed like it came only seconds after I closed my eyes. I knew that wasn't the case. I'd probably had a few hours sleep and as I stirred I found Christian watching me.

  "Good morning, beautiful. We don't have any time to waste. Ethel is expecting us," he said before dropping a kiss on my forehead.

  "Are you sure we don't have time?" I asked wrapping my hand around the hard length of his cock.

  "Unfortunately, yes. Plus, I'm sure your body would like a break from the abuse I put it through last night."

  I mentally assessed my form and found that he was right, I ached and not in a needy way. Okay, I did feel needy that way too, but I was in no s
hape to take on another marathon session like the night before.

  "Maybe you're right. But I expect another night like that soon, mister. Don't think you'll get out of it either." I prodded him in the chest with my index finger to drive my point home. A smile shone from his face, making my heart stutter in my chest with how handsome he was.

  "I wouldn't dream of trying to get out of making love to you, Nasima. I have a hard enough time keeping my hands off you as it is."

  "Good, keep it that way," I said with a saucy wink as I stood up and began to pull my clothes back on. I bent over directly in front of him and gave him a bit of a show of what he'd turned down this morning. I was secretly grateful he had, now that I was moving around and could feel all the aches in my body. But I didn’t regret a second of the night before. There was definitely a reason vampires had fan clubs.

  Once we were both washed and dressed, Christian led us through a series of hallways I didn't even know existed. In fact, the more I thought about it, there was so much about Nightstone that I either didn't know existed or didn't understand. Maybe Ethel would be able to clear some of that up. I wasn't sure.

  I wasn't sure I completely trusted what was happening, but if she had any insights to offer me then I'd take them, albeit with a grain of salt. Or maybe a mountain, depending on how she makes me feel. One thing that I've definitely learned over the years is to trust my gut.

  Although my gut turned out to be a lying bastard when it came to Bane.

  I pushed the thought away as we entered what looked like an old storage room of some kind, one that hadn't been used in decades if the dust was anything to go by. When we just stood in there I looked up and Christian and raised an eyebrow in question. Was this really it?

  "She'll be here any minute," he said, keeping his voice low so it didn't travel.

  The last thing I'd expected was for the wall to rotate like one of those secret fireplaces you see in movies. It came so close that it scraped against the toe of my shoe, forcing me to take a step back.