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Authors: Kate Pearce, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Marie Harte, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, Emily Ryan-Davis, Carrie Ann Ryan, Joey Hill, T. J. Michaels, Sasha White
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fingers had dug into his arms, holding fast. He’d felt her nipples peak against him, the insistence of her body revealing her response to his strength. He hadn’t even thought to use the pheromone mix that could ease the burn of the second mark serum, for the pain just seemed to goad her pleasure. He surged off the stool, carrying her to the nearest wall with her legs wrapped around his hips.
He’d gotten the necessary clothes out of the way and thrust into her with his fangs still in her throat. No finesse, just sheer brute demand. She was as slick as if he’d had his mouth between her legs. Feeling the clamp of her cunt on his cock, the quiver of her spread thighs against his pelvis, he didn’t ever want to stop.
“Third mark,” she whispered in his ear. “Please. Do it.”
Struggling for some rationality, he seized her hair, pulled her head back to stare into her eyes. “Do you understand what it all means?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. And then the second mark kicked in and he heard the first words directly from her mind. There’s nothing I will ever want as much as you.
Christ.
Tuning back in to the present, Brian saw her step outside, taking a break in the little courtyard garden outside her lab. Lifting her head to the sun, she noticed how pretty the day was, blue skies and fluffy clouds, a bright sun. Another perk to having a servant was the ability to see the sun, enjoy it through her. She registered the heat on her skin as she inhaled the flowers in the garden. She thought about sitting down on one of the benches, taking a quick cat nap.
As she sank down on the bench, she took a breath. Then another. The hints of sadness he’d sensed suffused her like a flood. It almost drove him from her mind, an instinctive retreat from the unexpected crash of emotion.
Bowing her head, she began to weep.
What the hell? Earlier, he hadn’t taken the time to penetrate the chaos in her mind to see the source of her distress, but now he was neck deep and refused to let himself turn away from it. He took those tentative steps into an area he hadn’t allowed himself to go before. A moment later, he floundered in a labyrinth of emotions, the depth of which startled him.
In this sad, dark place in her subconscious, Debra apparently kept everything she felt wasn’t appropriate to share with anyone else. Including him. He had an intuitive sense that this maze of tunnels and perilous chasms had been a manageable space at one time. But she’d kept carving further into herself, trying to bury it lower and lower, until she was tunneling through her core.
It was like ants weakening the root system of a tree. He felt her despair. Life wasn’t worth living anymore, not if it was always going to be like this.
He had to bite back a startled response to that, a demand that she talk to him, explain this, not ever consider such a thing as…leaving him. As he brought himself under control, he wondered if she sensed him. She’d wrapped her arms around herself and was rocking, softly whispering his name, a chant of comfort.
Whenever he confronted a seemingly incomprehensible tangle of data, he would start from the outer edges and work his way inward. So he forced himself past her pain to find the entry point of her distress.
Her grandfather. He was ill, dying. As soon as Brian targeted that thought, he was overrun with images of the man. With Debra as a child, a teenager, at her graduation, whenever she accepted awards, when she earned her master’s degree. Early on in their time together, Brian remembered her talking about the man, a prominent figure in any personal references about her life and family.
The mortality of a servant’s family was a transition all servants endured. However, feeling it as she felt it made him feel far less detached from it. But beyond that, what startled him was what surrounded all of it.
Debra was profoundly lonely.
That first night he spent in the lab with her, Debra had
He’d gotten the necessary clothes out of the way and thrust into her with his fangs still in her throat. No finesse, just sheer brute demand. She was as slick as if he’d had his mouth between her legs. Feeling the clamp of her cunt on his cock, the quiver of her spread thighs against his pelvis, he didn’t ever want to stop.
“Third mark,” she whispered in his ear. “Please. Do it.”
Struggling for some rationality, he seized her hair, pulled her head back to stare into her eyes. “Do you understand what it all means?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. And then the second mark kicked in and he heard the first words directly from her mind. There’s nothing I will ever want as much as you.
Christ.
Tuning back in to the present, Brian saw her step outside, taking a break in the little courtyard garden outside her lab. Lifting her head to the sun, she noticed how pretty the day was, blue skies and fluffy clouds, a bright sun. Another perk to having a servant was the ability to see the sun, enjoy it through her. She registered the heat on her skin as she inhaled the flowers in the garden. She thought about sitting down on one of the benches, taking a quick cat nap.
As she sank down on the bench, she took a breath. Then another. The hints of sadness he’d sensed suffused her like a flood. It almost drove him from her mind, an instinctive retreat from the unexpected crash of emotion.
Bowing her head, she began to weep.
What the hell? Earlier, he hadn’t taken the time to penetrate the chaos in her mind to see the source of her distress, but now he was neck deep and refused to let himself turn away from it. He took those tentative steps into an area he hadn’t allowed himself to go before. A moment later, he floundered in a labyrinth of emotions, the depth of which startled him.
In this sad, dark place in her subconscious, Debra apparently kept everything she felt wasn’t appropriate to share with anyone else. Including him. He had an intuitive sense that this maze of tunnels and perilous chasms had been a manageable space at one time. But she’d kept carving further into herself, trying to bury it lower and lower, until she was tunneling through her core.
It was like ants weakening the root system of a tree. He felt her despair. Life wasn’t worth living anymore, not if it was always going to be like this.
He had to bite back a startled response to that, a demand that she talk to him, explain this, not ever consider such a thing as…leaving him. As he brought himself under control, he wondered if she sensed him. She’d wrapped her arms around herself and was rocking, softly whispering his name, a chant of comfort.
Whenever he confronted a seemingly incomprehensible tangle of data, he would start from the outer edges and work his way inward. So he forced himself past her pain to find the entry point of her distress.
Her grandfather. He was ill, dying. As soon as Brian targeted that thought, he was overrun with images of the man. With Debra as a child, a teenager, at her graduation, whenever she accepted awards, when she earned her master’s degree. Early on in their time together, Brian remembered her talking about the man, a prominent figure in any personal references about her life and family.
The mortality of a servant’s family was a transition all servants endured. However, feeling it as she felt it made him feel far less detached from it. But beyond that, what startled him was what surrounded all of it.
Debra was profoundly lonely.
That first night he spent in the lab with her, Debra had
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