Lord Vandergrift Awakened

Chapter3

Lord Vandergrift Awakened

Lynn Marie

Chapter 3

Kianna's POV

The scarred woman finishes taking my measurements. Then the blonde Elder circles me, looking me over. “She’s perfect…”, she runs her hand over my abdomen. I feel like a car in a showroom. It makes me nauseous. “Where did you find her?”, she asks Elder Jensen.

“I bought her in Bradshaw. She caused some trouble for the Duke, sold her for cost, just to be rid of the hassle.”, Jensen answers.

“I want to show her to Ambrosia. You’re sure she is a performer?”, the female Elder asks.

Jensen nods, “Yes, I’ve seen her myself. You’ll not find a better pixie dancer, Nora.”

“Perfect. Come, little pixie.”, she calls me to her, placing her hand against my lower back to guide me out of the sitting room. We go further up the hall to a large open common room. It’s full of vampires, drinking and laughing loudly. Familiars are passed around, just as Yursal said. I try not to look at them. There are women being fed from and mated in corners, groped as they walk around with glasses filled with blood. My stomach churns, and I resist the urge to vomit. I turn my head, only to find Nile. She looks quite dazed, completely naked. The man she stands in front of is fixing his belt as another grabs her arm, guiding her down into his lap. Fear and anxiety warring in my system. Had she also pled not to be touched in the beginning? Is that how this became her fate? I don’t get long to think on it. Elder Nora stands me in front of another female Elder, telling her of my performing abilities and suggesting she look over me for her daughter’s party. It’s agreed between the women that I will, and they move into discussing what I should wear. Jensen takes my arm, pulling me with him; the female elders now done with me.

He guides me into a large group of men, bragging about his find. “She’s gorgeous, Jensen. She’s common tonight?”, one asks. Bile rises in my throat, panic quickly invading my system. My body trembles despite my attempts to stop, and I begin to feel as if all the oxygen has left the room. I’m not getting enough air no matter how deeply I try to breathe. “Not tonight. She’s to be performing for the daughter of Dunkan. I brought her to be fitted. You can touch her though.”, he offers.

The men take turns, some squeeze my breasts; others, my ass. They pass me around between them, commenting on my body like I’m not even here. “You could take some of this off her, Jensen. We can’t even really see her.”, one says as he runs his finger under the waistline of my jeans.

“You can take them off.”, he gives permission. My breath quickens, and I feel light headed. The vampire grins and unbuttons my jeans. I glance around, looking for any to disapprove. There’s none here, I can’t find who Yursal said could stop this.

“How’s her mouth?”, the one behind asks. Jensen answers irritably, “She might bite right now. She’ll need some breaking.” The vampire slides my jeans down over my butt.

“Who is this?”, another man enters their circle, directly in front of me. This man has golden blonde hair, and stormy silver eyes. A strong set jaw, tall, and very dangerous feeling. He makes no effort to dodge the Elder undressing me, forcing him to scurry out of his way; releasing me. I hurriedly pull up my pants. This elder tips my jaw up to him, his body blocking the others’ access to me entirely. They're having to step back, or lean to see me.

“She’s mine. I bought her in Bradshaw, a pixie dancer. She’s cute, isn’t she?”, Jensen brags to this man.

“Very…”, his eyes wander over me, pausing on my unzipped jeans. He strokes the exposed skin of my lower abdomen; then buttons the jeans back with a flip of his wrist, like a magician. “He said we could strip her, but she isn’t common tonight.”, the elder he’d forced back tells him. Another Elder offers to remove my shirt for him, but he waves his hands away. He’s the most powerful, and he doesn’t want them looking at me. He’s the one Yursal said to find.

“I want her.”, the Elder tells Jensen. Relief washes over me, and it makes me lightheaded; I hold my breath to prevent fainting.

“You won’t damage her?”, Jensen asks hesitantly. He doesn’t want to tell him no, but he doesn’t really want to let him take me either. Elder Jensen fears this man; he can save me.

“I’ll not harm her.”, the Elder assures, trailing his fingertips down my neck and over my collarbone. I bite my lower lip to stop my protest, imagining myself as Nile now, being passed to yet another male in the short time I’ve been stood here. Yursal’s warning coming back. He wants to leave with me, and is feared here. He is what she told me to grab a hold of. He can save me from Nile’s fate.

“She’s new, very timid and flighty still.”, Jensen tries to dissuade him.

“She’ll be good for me, won’t you kitten?”

“Yes, Elder.”, I agree, failing miserably to keep the tremble from my voice. He gives me a half smile, squeezing my chin.

“Very well. I’ll collect her from you when the sun goes down.”, it’s early in the morning now. He just promised this man an entire day with me. All the blood drains from my face as he takes my waist, guiding me out of the group. The others complain to Jensen about not allowing them to have me, when they’d asked first. This man remains unbothered, as none confront him. They move out of his path, giving us a clear exit out of the common room. I may have escaped one fate, but now another still awaits. I have to mate with this man and keep him happy enough to want to take me from Jensen.

My heart races as he guides me upstairs and down the hall, opening a bedroom door toward the end; having me pass before him. He closes the door and passes me to a large open seating area. He messes with a controller there and music begins playing in the room as he takes a seat. “You’re said to be a dancer…”, he lights the cigar before leaning back in his chair. His eyes wander over my body before returning to my face. “Are you going to dance for me, kitten?” He exhales a large puff. It’s a smoky sweet that combines well with the leather scent of the room; somehow more appealing than any I’ve smelled in the parties for titled.

“I’m not… dressed for dancing, Elder.”, I answer nervously. I’m not sure who this man is, but the other vampire here were quick to do as he instructed. There was no argument, no hesitation in giving him exactly what he wanted. He must be an Elder, that’s the correct title for him? I briefly worry.

He smiles, tapping his ashes into the ash tray. “You’re correct… perhaps you should remove them.” He wants me to dance naked for him. I’ve never done anything like that. We perform in bedlah costumes, a hip belt with skirt or pants, and a bralette; not naked. “I…uh…”, I fidget nervously under his gaze, too afraid to say no, but much too shy and fearful to actually follow his suggestion. “Don’t you wish to please me, kitten?”, he asks, tilting his head.

“Yes, Elder… I… I do wish to please you.” I don’t want to be like the other poor girls I saw being traded amongst the Elders downstairs.

“You’re frightened, little one?”, he asks, taking another large draw from his cigar.

I swallow the lump in my throat, finding it difficult to speak around it. “Yes… I’m sorry, Elder. I…”

He stands, crossing the room to me. Holding his cigar between his teeth, he grips the hem of my shirt and lifts, guiding it up over my head. I can’t stop the trembling that wracks my body. I regret turning the Duke away now, for the millionth time since being sold and ending up in this place. He tosses my shirt on the floor before pulling the cigar from his mouth, taking another deep pull from it. Instinctively, I cover my bare breasts with my hands. His eyes search over my body, taking my wrists in his hands. “So timid, kitten…”, he guides my hands away to expose my breasts. He brushes his fingertips over my taut n*****s, chilled in the cool room air. “So fragile.” He unbuttons my jeans, pushing them down over my butt, and squats to pull my shoes from my feet; guiding me to step out of the pants. I grip his shoulder for balance, and follow his nonverbal command, much too terrified to deny him. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”, he asks as if he’d simply removed a bandage. He tosses my jeans to the floor and steps back; his appraising gaze wandering over me as he returns to his chair. “You’re stunning, kitten. Truly, a masterpiece.”

The goosebumps over my skin are hardly masked by the soft lighting as I stand in nothing more than the v-center thong provided to me by the other vampires when they purchased me. Thankful he let me keep at least that, I dutifully resist the urge to cover my breasts, fearing his response. He may decide to force me back out into the common room as I am now. They were already going to strip me to touch. “You’re too kind, Elder.”, I answer nervously.

He smirks widely, amusement dancing in his silver eyes. “Dance for me, kitten.”, he prompts again. My confidence is very shaken at the moment, and my movements are not as controlled as they would be usually. You’re a professional Kianna. You’ve performed before the King and Queen, and at many parties of multiple Dukes’. You can handle performing for a single man. I encourage myself continually. I pretend to be wearing my bedlah, desperately trying to just relax and perform like this were any other night on stage.

He watches me intently, showing no sign that he sees my missteps. Slowly, I regain some confidence. He hasn’t moved, attempted to touch me, or pulled me to him. He remains leaned back in his seat, puffing on his cigar. I move a little closer to him, still out of his reach. ‘Head up, eye contact’, I prompt myself through my instructor’s tone, reminding me that as much as my movements, my facial expressions matter.

He sips from his glass, leaving the cigar burning in the ash tray. His gaze never leaves me. The song ends and I pause, steadying my breathing. “Exquisite.”, he compliments as the next song begins playing. He rises, a single fluid motion, and crosses over to me. Looking down at me, he runs his fingertips over my collarbone and up to my jaw, tipping my head back to meet his eyes. “I think I should like to keep you. Do you wish to be mine, kitten?” He offers me his claim. I wish Yursal were here to tell me whether he was a good choice, but she’s not.

“Yes, Elder.”, I answer him, proud at how confident my voice sounds despite the churning in my gut. The Elder smiles, flashing his perfect white teeth, almost appearing kind for the very first time since I’ve laid eyes on him. He slowly leans down to me, gripping a handful of my hair and forcing my head back; not painfully, but firm and startling. He bites my neck with blunt teeth before sucking. My anxiety peaks, recalling all the terrifying things the girls told me of. “Don’t be nervous, pet. You’re going to enjoy all the things I plan to do to you.”, his cool breath brushes over my collarbone.

“I’m… scared, Elder.”, I admit, though I’m positive he is well aware. I want to tell him to stop, to tell him not to touch me. The alternative is out there though… he's been much calmer and gentler than I’ve seen the others.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”, he assures, though it sounds wicked as he palms my breast, squeezing before pinching and rolling my n****e between his fingers. It stings, but it feels good. My body responds to his touch, despite the fear and the desire to deny him. My core clenches, and my underwear clings to my lips as he continues kissing and touching my body. I’m quickly reminded of the strength these creatures possess when he lifts me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stands fully. Startled, I grip his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex beneath my hands. He nips at my jaw, then returns to my throat as I feel myself being pressed into the mattress. He lays over me, balancing his weight on his forearm under my shoulder; forcing my legs to be up and spread wide with his thighs under mine as he kneels between them.

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His hands glide down my sides to my underwear, slitting the straps with his sharp claws as he sucks my n****e into his mouth. Everything he’s done has felt good, in a very forbidden away. Despite his promise not to hurt me, he feels dangerous. As much as what he’s doing feels good, I don’t want it to, and it’s scary. Then, he touches me in the most intimate way, having ripped my underwear away. He rubs my c**t, causing my core to clench; his fingers glide easily between my lips, slick with the juices he’s managed to make my body produce, despite my fear.

I search his handsome face as he locks gazes with me; pressing his fingers into me, and I gasp, biting my lip to not scream. My mother had warned me it was painful and not to touch, or my future husband would find me tainted. I believed her, and it had felt very dry and uncomfortable when Elder Jensen had done it before. This elder’s fingers glide as he curves them to drag in a spot that sends waves of pleasure through me. “Elder…”, I grip his shoulder, my anxiety at a whole new peak. My heart races and fear wars with the arousal he’s creating.

“What is it, kitten?”, he asks as he begins stroking. It feels so good, and my legs tingle as he grinds his palm against my c**t. His silver eyes glow as he sits up some to look down at me, never slowing his motion. My body trembles beneath his, and I force myself to meet his gaze. “Elder… I… I’ve never… I’m a virgin.”, I admit nervously. Embarrassed at not being able to just get it out. He smiles, pressing his fingers deeper, forcing a moan from me as the pleasure intensifies; satisfaction on his handsome face.

“I’ll be easy, kitten.”, he promises as he creates this ball in my lower abdomen. A need so desperate, I don’t want him to stop. I try to control the sounds I make, but the moans slip out as his mouth returns to my collarbone. I arch as the pressure releases in my core; my juices spill in convulsions around his fingers buried inside me. He continues to stroke as I moan, my thighs contracting around his waist, tucking his forearm against his side. It doesn’t prevent him from doing what he’s doing though. He nips at my jaw as he plunges his fingers into me.

My body relaxes, and he pulls from me. To my embarrassment, he sucks his soaked fingers into his mouth as he unstraps his belt. “Hmmmm, kitten. If I wasn’t going to need your body soaked, I’d lick you clean.”, he hums to me. I watch him untuck his shirt and quickly strip it, before following with his slacks. He’s a tall lean man, but in no way scrawny. His thighs and arms are thick and muscular. He has a perfectly defined torso, with a v-shape dipping down to his shaft resting against me; long and thick. His blonde hair falls into his face as I meet his gaze again, my face heating to scarlet as I realize he’d caught me staring at his body.

Unbothered, he grips his shaft running the tip between my lips, then up to circle the tiny sensitive bud. His skin feels like silk against mine as he coats his shaft in the slickness of my body. He leans back over me, tucking his arm beneath my shoulder again, gripping the back of my neck. He kisses and sucks on my neck, ignoring the trembles I’m positive he must feel. I feel his fangs elongating against my skin before the sharp piercing beneath my ear. I scream, terrified, but it’s replaced by a moan as pleasure explodes through me from his bite. I cling to his shoulders as I feel the deep pulls he takes from me.

He forces his length into me, hard deep thrusts that take my breath, and my thighs tighten around his waist. It hurts so badly, but the pleasure echoing through me from his bite makes it tolerable. I cry out as he presses deeper and harder, stretching my body to the max before pulling back and forcing more in. It feels as if he is in my abdomen when I feel his hips against my inner thighs, burying every inch deep inside my body. He groans, breaking his bite from my neck and sucking. My mind floats, no longer sure where we are or what’s happening.

He sits up on his forearms, enough for me to see his face; locking eyes with me as he pumps, stretching my walls to fit him. His jaw clenches as he pulls back to refill me again. His grip on my shoulder and back of my neck used to help him drive deep, preventing me from flinching or pulling away. I groan, the pain of having him so deep and rough inside me makes me ache. I arch, but his grip and body weight prevent much movement. He buries his shaft to the hilt, rocking into me as I cry out. He kisses my tears, rocking harder. “Relax, you can take it, kitten.”, he coaxes, continuing to remain lodged deep inside me.

“It hurts, elder.”, I whimper, biting back the scream that wants to escape. “If I’m still, it’s going to hurt more. Relax…”, he pushes into me, his hand dropping down to grip my hip; pinning me to the mattress as he grinds roughly until I stop tensing. “Good girl.”, he praises, pulling back to drive deep. He roles his hips into me as he buries his length, grinding against my c**t. I quickly want that contact again, even if it creates an ache in my lower abdomen. “That’s it, open for me, kitten. I’ll make it feel better.”

He brings his arm back up beneath my shoulders, the sound of his skin smacking mine fills the room. My entire body has delicious tingles spreading through it, and the fogginess in my mind makes it feel like some erotic dream.

That feeling returns, spreading through my thighs as he speeds up, thrusting deep and hard. “ELDER”, I cry out, desperately wanting him to do something to satisfy this need in me, it’s so intense and consuming. Then, he does. My body releases again, so much more pleasurable with his thick length than it had with his fingers. Each pulse more intense with my body so full. I tighten my grip on his back, pulling him to me as he starts to slow, “Don’t stop, please.”, I beg him through gasping breaths. He complies, holding that pace.

“Oh, kitten.”, he hums when he finishes inside me, resting back over me, fully buried as he catches his breath. My body now beginning to feel the soreness through the fog. I ease my grip on him, uncertainty replacing the desperate need.

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I trail my fingers down his back, feeling the taut muscles even as he lays over me; his full weight between my legs but his upper body supported on his forearms. “You’re going to be my favorite.”, he kisses my collarbone. His words bring reality back. I’m a vampire familiar that just got sucked into a feed induced high, and lost my virginity to an Elder. I’ll never be mated; I’ll never have children of my own. Any child I birth will be taken away and raised by them. When he grows tired of me, he’ll pass me to the next vampire, or even back in the common room for any to take as they wish. Tears fill my eyes, and I hold my breath to try and control them as he pulls from me, leaving me empty and sore. I feel our combined juices run down my butt as he hands me a towel. “Shower is through there.”, he gestures to the door on the opposite side of the room. He stands from the bed, cleaning himself as he crosses back over to the sitting area.

I climb from the bed, cleaning myself. I look down, shocked to find blood leaking from my body. I turn, seeing blood spilt over the sheets in the bed. I hurry to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I search over myself in the mirror as the water heats, finding no trace of his bite on my neck. I touch myself, as my mother told me never to do, feeling for injury. It is sore, like everything inside is bruised, but I’m not bleeding out. I step under the spray, the hot water raining over me and washing him from me. I cry the tears I’d held back, wishing I’d just given myself to the Duke. He would’ve kept me as the mother of his children. My future wouldn’t be as shaky and unpredictable as it is now. I’d have been given my own room, and he would’ve come to have me satisfy my duties as his woman. Now, I don’t even know where I sleep. What I’m to eat. There’s nothing here, I’ve seen nothing but refrigerators full of blood at the Jensen coven. I collect myself, not wishing to anger the Elder and hurry to wash, having no real idea of how long I’ve been in here. I dry myself and my hair before brushing my teeth with my finger and the toothpaste on his sink.

I keep the towel wrapped tightly around me as I exit the bathroom. I don’t want to be naked, especially if he is sending me back out there. He lays, still naked, in the bed. The sheets have been changed, and my clothes are gone. I freeze, with no idea what I’m to do now. He studies me for a moment, then speaks, “Come here.”, he rubs a small circle on the bed beside him. I follow his order, somewhat relieved he isn’t sending me out there. The music still plays, and I’m certain they’ll be up until the sun rises in an hour or two. I climb up into his large bed, and he pulls the towel from me, tossing it on the ground. I let him guide me down beside him, resting my head on his shoulder and stretching out against him. He covers our bodies with the heated duvet, and guides my thigh over his; pulling my body flush against him. He strokes my hip with one hand, the other tangled in my hair as he massages my scalp. “Elder…”, I speak softly, as to not upset him.

“What is it, kitten?”, his deep voice carries no trace of annoyance.

“Where do I stay? What am I to do here?”, I ask, hoping for at least a scrap of certainty.

“You’re mine. You stay on my floor, and you do as I tell you.”, he answers like it is obvious.

“What of food, clothes, a bed?”, I ask, hopefully.

“I’ll provide you all you need. You’re to sleep here with me.”, he kisses my forehead. “Rest, little one. You’ve nothing to fear. I’ll not harm you, nor allow anyone else. You’ll have all you need.”

I try to sleep, but I can’t. I remain still beside him, listening to his breath even out. He sleeps for periods of time, wakes and feeds from me. I don’t bleed anymore after we mate. The third time hurt immensely, the pleasure of his bite unable to dull the pain and soreness his shaft leaves. I cried silently, and tucked my face into his shoulder; relieved it was over when I felt his cool seed empty inside me. My body feels raw and moving my legs at all makes the pain return. I pray he doesn’t wake again for more.