Ruined without doing much
Riley’s POV
My stomach twisted the second the na left his mouth. Emberkin Dracula. The last and most deadly son of the vampire lord. I’d heard the stories of him sohow from my mories, whispers about the one son who made even the other monsters step back. And now he had pressed against his chest like I already belonged to him.
I hated him instantly. Hated the way his body felt solid and hot under that dark regalia. Hated the golden mask that hid most of his face but left his sharp jaw and that thin scar visible. Hated how my own legs had carried straight to him like a puppet.
"Get the fuck off ," I growled, shoving at his chest with everything I had left.
His hand stayed locked at my waist, fingers digging in just enough to keep in place. He didn’t even flinch.
"You feel it already," he said, voice low and rough, like gravel dragged over silk. "The pull. Your body knows what your mind is still fighting."
I opened my mouth to tell him exactly where he could shove that pull, but his other hand moved first—sliding up my side, slow and intentional, until his palm cupped my breast through my shirt. My breath hitched hard. The heat of his skin burned straight through the clothes..
"Don’t," I snapped, but my voice cracked.
He squeezed, his thumb dragging across my nipple until it hardened instantly under his touch. A sharp jolt shot between my legs. I clenched my jaw so tight my teeth ached.
"You’re wet already, aren’t you?" he murmured, leaning down so his masked face hovered inches from mine. The scar near his eye pulled when he spoke. "I can sll it on you, Moria. Your cunt is dripping for and I haven’t even touched it yet."
Sha and fury burned up my throat. I tried to twist away, but his grip on my waist tightened and my body refused to obey . Instead my back arched, pushing my breast harder into his hand like it had a mind of its own.
"Stop calling that," I hissed. "My na is Riley. And I’m not your fucking mate, take back to where the hell ever you kidnapped from."
His thumb circled my nipple again, pinching just enough to make my knees shake. "You are. Your sister knew it the mont she handed you over. Carian understood the bond. She knew what you’d beco the second I laid eyes on you."
Carian. Her na hit hard. She’d fucking done this! It’s all her fault.
I wanted to scream at him, but all that ca out was a shaky moan when he switched to my other breast, kneading it heavy and rough, his fingers rolling the stiff peak until sparks lit up behind my eyes.
"Fuck you," I breathed, but my hips jerked forward on their own.
Emberkin’s chest rumbled with a dark laugh. "That’s it. Fight it all you want. The bond doesn’t care. Your body is aching for and your it is going to take what it needs."
He pinched both nipples at once, hard, twisting them between his fingers. The pain and pleasure slamd together so fast my vision blurred. I gasped, loud and broken, and my thighs pressed together, trying to ease the throbbing between them. It didn’t help. It made it worse.
I hated him. Hated how calm he sounded while my legs trembled. Hated that my hands were fisting in his regalia instead of pushing him away. Hated that my hips rolled again, grinding my aching core against the hard line of his thigh because my body was done waiting.
"See?" he said, voice dropping lower. "Grind on , little mate. Use my leg like my desperate little whore the bond is turning you into."
"Shut up," I snarled, but I was already moving, rocking my hips forward in short, frantic strokes. The friction against my clit through my pants sent white-hot pleasure shooting up my spine. Every grind made my breasts bounce in his hands and he kept squeezing them, his thumbs flicking my nipples in ti with my movents.
My breathing ca fast and ragged. Terror clawed at the edges of my mind—he was a Dracula, a killer, the deadliest one—and yet my body kept sliding against him, chasing that building pressure like I’d die without it.
Emberkin’s hand left my waist and slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair. He yanked my head back, forcing to look up at the golden mask and the cold eyes behind it.
"You’re soaking through your clothes," he said, almost conversational. "I can feel the heat of your cunt burning against my thigh. You hate and you’re still going to co like this, how shaful right?"
I tried to say no. Tried to stop my hips from rolling faster, harder, but the bond—or whatever sick power he had—kept moving. My clit dragged over the hard muscle of his leg again and again, each grind making my nipples tighten painfully under his relentless fingers.
"Answer ," he ordered, pinching harder.
A broken cry tore out of . "Yes—fuck—yes, I hate you."
"Good." His voice was pure gravel now. "Hate while you fuck yourself on my leg. Hate while your tits fill my hands and your nipples beg for my mouth."
He leaned down and dragged his wet tongue along the side of my neck slowly, his teeth scraping it enough to make shudder. I ground down harder desperately, the wet spot between my legs spreading with every roll of my hips.
My hands shook as I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging in. I was terrified, my heart hamring like it would crack my ribs but the fear only made everything sharper.
Every squeeze of his fingers on my breasts sent another pulse straight to my clit. Every low word he growled made my pussy clench around fucking nothing.
"You’re close," he said against my throat. "I can feel your thighs shaking. Co on, Moria. Soak my leg while you curse my na."
I wanted to tell him to die. Instead my hips stuttered, grinding in tight, frantic circles, chasing the edge that was right there. His thumbs flicked my nipples again and I broke.
The orgasm crashed over hard. I cried out, my body jerking against him as waves of heat ripped through . My clit throbbed against his thigh with every pulse, and I kept grinding through it, riding the pleasure even as tears of fury stung my eyes.
Emberkin didn’t let go. He kept kneading my breasts, rolling my sensitive nipples until I was whimpering and twitching in his arms. My hips slowed but didn’t stop the small, helpless rocks against him while the aftershocks rolled through .
When I finally stilled, chest heaving, he released my hair and cupped my jaw, tilting my face up.
"Look at ," he said.
I did, my vision blurry, my body still humming.
"You’re mine now," he told , voice flat and final. "The bond will only get stronger. Next ti I won’t let you co so easily. Next ti I’ll make you crawl for it while you still tell how much you hate . That is what you get for hiding all these years"
I swallowed, throat raw. My breasts ached where he’d gripped them. My pants were ruined from how hard I’d co just from grinding on him like so mindless animal.
"I will kill you motherfucker," I whispered, aning every word.
Emberkin smiled behind the mask, the scar pulling tight. "You can try, mate. But your body already knows who it belongs to."
He stepped back, finally releasing . My legs almost gave out. I caught myself on the edge of the bed, chest still rising and falling fast, nipples stiff and tingling under my shirt, thighs sticky and trembling.
He turned toward the door like he hadn’t just wrecked without even taking my clothes off.
"Rest," he said over his shoulder. "You’ll need it. Because in the next few hours, I’ll be taking you to my co-mates for proper negotiation which might turn to a bloodbath"
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