fantasies.”
“I see.”
Faelon moved closer to the bed, drawing Rafe’s wary gaze. “The plain truth is you have no choice. You can submit to Antonelli’s ministrations and benefit from her teachings or I will enslave your mind.” Golden fire ignited in Faelon’s eyes and he opened his mouth, revealing long, pointed fangs.
Rafe screamed behind the gag, jerking violently against his bonds. Demon! Fiend! He had heard stories of such creatures. Prayers from his childhood echoed through his mind. What had he done? Why was he being punished?
“ Be calm. ” Faelon’s voice rang with authority. “ Stop struggling. ”
Peace flowed through Rafe, sweeping aside his fear and anger. He sagged against the bed, panting, exhausted.
“No more compulsions,” Antonelli said firmly. “I want him to submit of his own free will.” She turned back to Rafe and trailed her fingers down the center of his chest. “If you relax and allow yourself to enjoy my kiss, I will release you from the chains. I much prefer a willing student, but you must earn my trust.” Her mouth closed around the head of his cock. His body arched, tight as a bowstring, and the vision faded to black.
Jessie trembled in Rafe’s arms, her mind muddled, her body burning. His mouth moved against her throat, his tongue gently stroking. Desire sizzled within her. She felt dizzy and weak. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled his face away from her neck.
“What did you… How did you… You bit me!” With the same intensity as the vision assailed her mind, reality returned. She scrambled off the sofa, her fingers pressed over the side of her neck. “What will this do to me?”
“Nothing.” He sighed and stood as well. “I only used my fangs so you could see how it began for me.”
She licked her lips, ignoring the strange tingle erupting in the wake of her tongue. “How long were you her—student?”
He chuckled. “The word doesn’t insult me. I learned more from Antonelli than even I anticipated. I shared their home for six years when Faelon agreed to transform me.”
“ Agreed to transform you?” She hadn’t meant for her voice to sound so disapproving. “You wanted to become a vampire?”
“Vampires are stronger, faster and healthier than humans.” He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I want to be a vampire?” A lazy smile parted his lips. His fangs had retracted. “Surely you don’t believe I’m a soulless demon? I was a superstitious lad when I encountered Faelon. You’re a streetwise ex-cop.”
“Which makes it harder for me to accept this sort of thing.” She took a step toward him, studying his relaxed posture, his calm expression and his assessing stare. He’d had over five hundred years to accept the existence of vampires. She’d had less than an hour. “I’ve been trained to believe what I can see, smell, hear and touch.”
“And taste?” He grinned.
The vision left her achy and restless. She’d been susceptible to his charm when her world wasn’t reeling. She didn’t trust herself near him now. Returning to the sofa, she sat and asked, “If being a vampire is so wonderful, why didn’t Faelon transform Antonelli?”
“Many long for transformation, but few can survive the change. Antonelli is a perfect example. She has spent centuries at Faelon’s side, wishing she could be what he is.”
“Antonelli is still alive?” He merely nodded. “How is that possible?”
“Soul bonding is the most intimate form of connection. Most often a soul bond is formed between two vampires, but it is possible for a vampire to establish a soul bond with a blood ally.”
“How do Etoro and Natalie fit into all this?” Jessie tried to concentrate on the present, but she couldn’t rid her mind of the vision. Rafe’s bittersweet longing thrummed though her still. He’d wanted Antonelli with every fiber of his being and hated himself for that desire. She understood the contradiction all too well.
He joined her on
“I see.”
Faelon moved closer to the bed, drawing Rafe’s wary gaze. “The plain truth is you have no choice. You can submit to Antonelli’s ministrations and benefit from her teachings or I will enslave your mind.” Golden fire ignited in Faelon’s eyes and he opened his mouth, revealing long, pointed fangs.
Rafe screamed behind the gag, jerking violently against his bonds. Demon! Fiend! He had heard stories of such creatures. Prayers from his childhood echoed through his mind. What had he done? Why was he being punished?
“ Be calm. ” Faelon’s voice rang with authority. “ Stop struggling. ”
Peace flowed through Rafe, sweeping aside his fear and anger. He sagged against the bed, panting, exhausted.
“No more compulsions,” Antonelli said firmly. “I want him to submit of his own free will.” She turned back to Rafe and trailed her fingers down the center of his chest. “If you relax and allow yourself to enjoy my kiss, I will release you from the chains. I much prefer a willing student, but you must earn my trust.” Her mouth closed around the head of his cock. His body arched, tight as a bowstring, and the vision faded to black.
Jessie trembled in Rafe’s arms, her mind muddled, her body burning. His mouth moved against her throat, his tongue gently stroking. Desire sizzled within her. She felt dizzy and weak. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled his face away from her neck.
“What did you… How did you… You bit me!” With the same intensity as the vision assailed her mind, reality returned. She scrambled off the sofa, her fingers pressed over the side of her neck. “What will this do to me?”
“Nothing.” He sighed and stood as well. “I only used my fangs so you could see how it began for me.”
She licked her lips, ignoring the strange tingle erupting in the wake of her tongue. “How long were you her—student?”
He chuckled. “The word doesn’t insult me. I learned more from Antonelli than even I anticipated. I shared their home for six years when Faelon agreed to transform me.”
“ Agreed to transform you?” She hadn’t meant for her voice to sound so disapproving. “You wanted to become a vampire?”
“Vampires are stronger, faster and healthier than humans.” He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I want to be a vampire?” A lazy smile parted his lips. His fangs had retracted. “Surely you don’t believe I’m a soulless demon? I was a superstitious lad when I encountered Faelon. You’re a streetwise ex-cop.”
“Which makes it harder for me to accept this sort of thing.” She took a step toward him, studying his relaxed posture, his calm expression and his assessing stare. He’d had over five hundred years to accept the existence of vampires. She’d had less than an hour. “I’ve been trained to believe what I can see, smell, hear and touch.”
“And taste?” He grinned.
The vision left her achy and restless. She’d been susceptible to his charm when her world wasn’t reeling. She didn’t trust herself near him now. Returning to the sofa, she sat and asked, “If being a vampire is so wonderful, why didn’t Faelon transform Antonelli?”
“Many long for transformation, but few can survive the change. Antonelli is a perfect example. She has spent centuries at Faelon’s side, wishing she could be what he is.”
“Antonelli is still alive?” He merely nodded. “How is that possible?”
“Soul bonding is the most intimate form of connection. Most often a soul bond is formed between two vampires, but it is possible for a vampire to establish a soul bond with a blood ally.”
“How do Etoro and Natalie fit into all this?” Jessie tried to concentrate on the present, but she couldn’t rid her mind of the vision. Rafe’s bittersweet longing thrummed though her still. He’d wanted Antonelli with every fiber of his being and hated himself for that desire. She understood the contradiction all too well.
He joined her on
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