My clan hasn't come for me. I fear that Einar and Linus are right. They've spent every day for the past two weeks drinking my blood and granting me mind-blowing sex, but I'm still lamenting for having been abandoned.
I'm in the garden of their large estate tonight, walking through the maze of bushes, which are much, much taller than myself, and wondering at all of the flowers planted that bloom in the moonlight.
My time here has taught me that Einar is tender and Linus is volatile. Rough, but pleasurably so. He gives me danger and Einar grants me passion.
I hear steps behind me suddenly, and I glance over my shoulder. The maze hides his figure a little but Linus is stalking not far behind me, not close either. What game is he playing at?
The air suddenly turns thick. The hairs on my neck prickle and a sense of danger seeps into my bones. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? They need me now.
The air carries one word into my ears. It sounds whispered, and I can't tell if Linus is the one who has sent it to me or not.
"Run."
The second I hear it, my heartbeat thunders and my legs break into a run. I can't explain why but I feel like I really need to get out before something horrible happens. I spare a glance over my shoulder and see nothing, but I don't stop running. I take turns too quickly and stumble. I manage to keep myself up, these damned skirts from the dress, one of many that they bought me, tangling between my legs.
The labyrinth sweeps me farther and farther into the center of it. My feet carry me deeper and deeper, making me lose sense of the way out. Panic soars through me. In running farther into the labyrinth, I've almost ensured Linus's capture of me. I glance over my shoulder again.
And see him stalking behind me, walking with his hands in his pockets as if he has all the time in the world. The fact that he is only walking and still catching up to me sends terror through my body. A rush of curiosity also courses through me.
"Linus!" I shout, never breaking my stride, "What are you doing?"
The only response I receive is a dark chuckle, carried and echoing through the wind.
I run and I run, taking sharp turns as fast as I can. It's scary and gives me a little bit of an adrenaline rush. I don't know whether to be scared or enjoy the fun, the thrill that is coursing through my veins. When I run my hand against the bush to take another sharp turn, the thorns cut my palm open.
"Shit!" I say under my breath as I clutch my hand to my chest.
I hear my name whispered to me by the wind, and my heart beats faster. I must keep going. I come to a break, three directions to choose from and I glance at each of them. My breath is labored.
Linus is leaning against the hedge in the left direction, examining his nails as if bored. Einar is in the path to the right, slowly turning into it and smiling like a wolf when he sees me.
I choose the middle. A laugh echoes off of the leaves.
"You can't escape, pet. Stop running."
Like Hell I will. My legs carry me deeper into the maze. An hour has to have passed by now, I think to myself. What are they playing at?
"This isn't funny anymore!" I shout. My legs are tired and I can't catch my breath.
I take a few more winding turns, ending up in a super narrow path. It touches each of my shoulders and rips into the sleeves of the dress. I'm forced to slow down. The thorns tear at my skin, blood welling up as I push my way through. I see the end of this path. I'm almost there.
As I reach the end of it, my legs push me quickly into the next turn that appears. I glance over my shoulder and see nothing. I twist my head back to the path in front of me--
And slam into a hard body as I take the next turn.
The ground catches me. I don't dare look up, because from where I lay I can see Linus's shoes only a few feet away from me.
Before I can move, Linus climbs on top of me and grabs my wrists. He pins them above my head, and I struggle to escape his grasp. It's to no avail. Linus grips both of my wrists in one hand and pulls my skirts up to mid-thigh, then spreads my legs apart with his knee. He slides his thighs under mine, leaning close over me and nuzzling the apex of my thighs with his hips. He grinds against me.
I try not to moan, try not to love the way he feels against me, but I can't. He smirks when I moan for his touch and writhe against him slightly.
"Even when you're being hunted, you're insatiable." He purrs against my throat, then trails kisses down to my breasts.
Fear shoots down my spine.
"I could just--" he deeply inhales my scent, "-tear you apart." His voice is dangerous and the tone is not as playful as it usually is.
I glance up to the sky and see a blood moon. My face pales and panic really seeps in. Blood moons make vampires lose control of their bloodlust, determined to drain any and every living thing that crosses their path.
"Linus!" I try to shake him off of me. "Linus, you need to get off of me. If you drain me, you'll die. You both will." The words leave me as a shriek and are panicked.
He ignores me, licking at the nape of my neck and palming my breast while his other hand grips my wrists too hard. I feel him push his hard cock against my pussy and I'm damning myself for getting wet from his violence. I've never been into rough sex, but something about him makes me crave it.
Linus reaches down to his trousers and undoes the buttons, springing free his cock. It slaps against my inner thigh as he tears his pants down to his knees.
"You are," he kisses my cheek feverishly, "Insatiable. Insatiable and undeniable. I cannot ignore your pull."
He grunts underneath his breath as he pushes my skirts up further and looks down to my pussy. I had no underwear except the pair I'd worn the first night I showed up, but those are still discarded somewhere on their floor inside of the large house.
Linus fists the fabric in his hand, clearly trying to stay in control.
"Linus," I try again, "If you keep going I'm certain you will drain me."
His teeth are clenched as he says, "I don't... care. I need you. Need this. I can't stop."
He lines himself with my entrance and his hands shake. I watch as he slides the tip of his cock from clit to entrance, then smacks his cock against me several times. I cannot contain the moan that escapes me. Over and over, he moves against me and teases me. Upon glancing up at his face, I see that his eyes are completely black. Terror lances through me.
My head falls against the grass when he pushes into me. It's slow and torturous. He shakes with his fight to control himself. His knuckles are white, fingers tightly wrapped around his cock and I can't stop myself from lifting my hips to take him further.
"Don't fucking move," he growls. It's a warning as much as a plea.
I falter, but do not obey. A haze floats through my mind and I instead roll my hips a few more times against his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper with each movement. His cock is halfway into me when he speaks again.
