Chapter Sixty-Six

Havermouth, Present Time

Aislen lay on her stomach whilst Talen kissed along her back. His strong thumbs massaged over her arse and into her lower back, up over her ribs, and around the edges of the tattoo. He then began kneading into her shoulders, and down her arms, discovering every knot and twist left from her days with the Triquetra, smoothing them out so that she moaned and groaned beneath his touch, relishing it with the greed of someone starving for tenderness.

Talen had not pressed for more information, but instead lavished her with gentle seduction and love-making until she was so lulled into bliss that her body had gone limp and compliant. Her mind had emptied of everything other than a warm fuzz that was helped along by the fact they had drunk most of a bottle of wine between them.

"I have to go soon," he murmured, as he rocked his cock into her, pressing against her arse as he sank deep. “And you need to sleep. Tomorrow, you will sleep yourself out, eat healthy, drink plenty of water, and rest. I will be back tomorrow night, and I will know if you haven’t obeyed me.”

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned, lifting her arse to give him greater depth and snaking a hand between her stomach and the mattress to rub her clit. The piercing no longer hurt, and she was discovering that it had advantages, adding a new sensation to her arousal.

“Good girl,” he pressed his lips to her cheek bone. “I am going to order some things for you, if you are going to stay here for a while, so you will need to sign for delivery.”

“Things?”

“Mmm,” he pulled out and rolled her onto her back before thrusting back into her. She laid the palms of her hand onto his stomach muscles so she could feel them clench as he fucked her, watching him through slitted eyes. “You will see.”

“Fun things?” She asked, with a slow smile. “Is daddy sending me sexy toys?”

He laughed and leaned down to kiss her, pressing tightly into her, his body a comfortingly heavy weight over her, spreading her hips wider for him, his cock buried so far inside her that she could feel the beginning of a deep, cervix orgasm.

“Oh, yes, daddy,” she moaned, sliding her hands up his back. “Make me feel you deep like that, give me everything.”

He groaned. “Fuck, you are such a sexy little demon with a sweet, dirty tongue on you.”

She caught his face between her hands and stuck her sweet, dirty tongue in his mouth, feeling the edges of his sharp teeth against it. He grunted, and gripped the bedframe for traction, thrusting with force into her until she was sure that he would fuse them together. And fuck, she wouldn’t mind it if he did, she admitted to herself, as his teeth took her blood and they both came.

As he lay over her, she stroked her fingers through his hair. “Daddy,” she whispered. “I’m glad you came back.”

He lifted onto his elbow and stroked his knuckles down her cheek. “I didn’t know that my life was missing a fierce, sexy little demon, but now that I’ve got one, I intend to take good care of her. I think,” his eyes were tender, “that she needs taking care of.”

She bit her bottom lip and fought back tears. “She would like to be taken care of, I think,” she confessed.

“Hmm,” he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I will be back tonight. Sleep, eat, drink, and rest.”

“I’ll try.”

“You’ll do,” he said, as he rose and began to dress. “Or I will find a creative way to punish you for disobedience.”

“Will you spank me?” She rolled onto her side to watch him. After hours of love making, the muscles of his shoulders and arms stood out against his skin, his biceps bunching as he pulled his hair back into a bun. Fuck, she thought, the man looked even hotter after sex.

“No,” he replied, his eyes smouldering and his smile slow and hot. “Though you might wish I had.”

“Now, I really want to be naughty,” she admitted. “Just to find out.”

“I’ll let myself out,” he leaned over to kiss her, his lips lingering, and his thumb caressing the curve of her jaw as he straightened. “Until tonight.”

“I’ll be waiting, daddy.”

She pressed her face into the pillow, catching the scent of his aftershave, and with him in her lungs and his cum slicking her thighs, she was almost asleep by the time she heard the engine of his Ute start.

She slept until late morning and felt much more herself when she woke. She showered and dressed, before putting a frozen meal into the oven whilst she put a load of washing through the machine.

She was going to need to buy some more clothes, she thought. It would be faster than getting her own sent from Kabramatta.

She spent some time shopping online whilst she ate, and then worked until the doorbell rang. She opened the front door to a delivery from the grocery store. “Not what I was expecting, daddy,” she commented wryly as she unpacked the fresh fruit and vegetables, milk, bread, and steaks into the fridge.

The iron tablets made a sort of sense, she admitted to herself, as she took one. B-12, folate, and vitamin C she had to look up, but, as suspected, they helped with blood production. “Daddy’s building me up for regular feeds.”

Talen had only taken small drinks as part of sex, and considering how he timed it, she suspected that he did so more as some kind of accentuation to his orgasm rather than because he was feeding from her, which meant that he was feeding elsewhere... She was surprised by the flare of jealousy that realization brought with it.

“Well, fuck,” she scolded herself aloud. “Are you actually jealous that your vampire daddy might be sucking on someone else’s neck? Yes, yes you are.” She took the vitamins, rolling her eyes at herself.

She took the grimoire out of her suitcase and spent half an hour reading through the few pages about vampires, though she had long ago memorized the book, front to back. She added her own pages of newly learnt information from the coven in Rideten and her experience with the Triquetra, and started a new page for Talen, noting the provision of food and vitamins.

The doorbell interrupted her thought process, and she hid the grimoire with her art supplies before going to answer the door. A delivery truck was parked out front. She saw curious neighbours watching over their fences, and a couple of kids walking their dog gaped at her as they passed.

“Hi,” the delivery man looked her up and down speculatively. “We’re here to remove bedroom furniture and replace with new.”

“A bed,” she repeated. Talen wasn’t mucking around. “Sure, in here,” she opened the master bedroom. “Go for it.” She stood back and watched as they stripped the furniture from the room, before returning to set up the new bed. As they built it, she realized why the delivery man had looked her over in such a way.

The bed was a solid, heavy duty, four-poster with built in restraint points. Heath would love it, she thought, with a twinge of pain. Along with the bed, was bedding, and an armoire in glossy black that opened to reveal a red, velvet-lined, automatically lit interior with fixture points for all sorts of fun things from the labels.

She was not surprised when two boxes were deposited onto the mattress of the bed for her to unpack.

“What would you like done with the old furniture?” The delivery men asked, as they prepared to leave. “We were told to ask if you wanted it stored or disposed of.”

“Oh, get rid of it,” she replied, eager for them to leave so she could discover the contents of the boxes they hadn’t unpacked. “Kinky Christmas,” she added, as she closed and locked the door behind them. “Let’s see what daddy Santa has bought for me.”

Lots and lots of sex toys was the answer, she discovered. Vibrators in all shapes, colours, and functions, a harness, padded restraints, and other bondage equipment that she was only vaguely familiar with.

She began to unpack them from their wrapping, positioning them in the armoire, along with different types of lubes, trying to ignore the heated throb of her clit. Her mind was going crazy with images of Talen using the toys on her.

Or the Triquetra…

“Fuck,” she closed her eyes. “Don’t think about them, Aislen,” she told herself.

The doorbell ringing was a welcome distraction. She opened the door happily.

“Hello,” the florist Lauren held a bunch of roses and a teddy bear. “I’m looking for Morgana Ivy at this address?”

“That’s me,” Aislen said with a grin.

“Oh,” Lauren was confused. “I thought you were Aislen Carter…”

“I am,” Aislen assured her. “I changed my name legally three years ago to Morgana. It’s saves confusion in Havermouth if I use Aislen.”

“Well, you have an admirer,” Lauren observed, handing the roses and teddy over. “With expensive taste."

“Hmm,” Aislen buried her face into the roses. “Would you believe me if I told you this was my first-time getting flowers from a lover?”

“I would, sadly,” Lauren replied. “Many of my customers are women buying their own flowers because they never get given them. The only time I see men in my store is when it’s Valentines, or they’ve forgotten a birthday and need a last-minute present, or…”

“Or they’ve done the dirty,” Aislen finished for her.

“With worrying frequency. Some are regulars,” she added. “I have some on my books that just call through and tell me to send order number four to address B. I have a little black book of men’s indiscretions that you wouldn’t believe.”

“Oh, I would,” Aislen replied. “I absolutely would.”

“Well, I will tell you that I’ve never gotten an order from your admirer before. He’s a new client.”

“Yeah, he’s not from Havermouth,” Aislen opened the card that went with it. It read: See you tonight, little demon. “It’s ridiculous,” she confided in an overflow of enthusiasm. “I just want to squeal and jump around. Just thinking of him has my heart pounding.”

Lauren’s smile was wide, and her eyes danced. “Oh, that’s so sweet. I wish you the best. I’d better get on,” she added, looking over her shoulder as a van pulled up. “Looks like this is for you, too.”

“He’s just full of surprises today,” Aislen grinned.

“Enjoy.”

Aislen hurried to put the roses and teddy on the bed, returning to the door in time to sign for the next delivery. She hipped the door closed behind the delivery man, and took the package to the bed, tearing into it and revealing lingerie and a little frilly Lolita dress. “Oh, daddy,” she held it up against herself and twirled.

She was being courted, she realized, looking at the room, the bed, the gifts… These weren’t things that a vampire sent to a casual fuck… She was being courted. She sat on the edge of the bed, her heart rushing within her.

He had gone to Kabramatta after her. He had come back to Havermouth and… She swallowed hard. She was being established as a blood slave. A human kept for the purpose of feeding from and fucking. She knew enough about vampires to realize that much.

Vampires tended to support several blood slaves spread across their most frequented locations. It meant that the vampire could easily transition between the positions, always guaranteed a place to stay and someone to feed off whilst they were there.

The blood slaves enjoyed the wealth of the vampire, their accommodation and needs paid for, medical care, bills, education… Whatever they needed, the vampire would provide in return for the convenience of the relationship. And, when the relationship ended, when the human aged beyond sexual interest, many vampires would pay for their retirement…

This wasn’t love, it wasn’t romance, she told herself harshly. It was a transaction.

The question was: did she want to provide the service? And could she refuse without revealing that she knew what he was – which was almost guaranteed to be a death sentence as the supernatural world guarded its existence carefully…

Which brought her back to the Triquetra, she sighed. Heath had protected her, she admitted to herself. If Abigail had thought that Aislen had known about werewolves, about the pack… That entire conversation had been the Triquetra convincing Abigail not to kill Aislen in the face of their failure to… She groaned and covered her face with her hands.

The Triquetra wanted to claim her as their mate.

“Fuck,” she flopped back onto the bed. She had a vampire wanting to take her as a blood slave and a trio of werewolves wanting to claim her as their mate. And she was not supposed to know that either existed.

“You know what,” she decided shoving off the bed. “Let’s fucking stop with this self-torturing.”

She took the roses to the kitchen, filled the sink before setting their ends into the water, and grabbed her purse. “When in doubt, it’s time to dig a hole.”