Chapter 4 – Dulce Tigru

Cage

To say she was beautiful was an appalling understatement. I had come to get answers, but as I watched her from the shadows, I found myself more and more interested in everything she did and jealous of everything she touched. I wanted to feel her touch and know what thoughts occupied her mind.

When she emerged from the closet completely naked, it was all I could do not to go to her, not to touch her silky smooth porcelain skin. I clenched my hands into fists, to keep them still.

She extracted a towel from the cabinet, and headed toward a side door. I smelt chlorine combined with water from that direction and suspected she planned on swimming. I followed silently behind her. There were a few times when she almost caught me. I was shocked that she sensed me watching her. Most mortals were clueless.

I settled quietly into a chair in a darkened corner of the room. Once she entered the water, she became oblivious to everything around her, and the liquid gave way to her every demand.

Her body was exquisite. She had round full breasts and beautifully curved hips. I pictured my lips caressing her shaven and smooth heat and wondered what she tasted like. Given her already unusual bloodline scent, I expected her scent there to be unique as well. And when I was done tasting every delicious inch of her innocent flesh, I wanted to run my tongue around her hardened nipples and grasp her hips while sinking deep inside her. I contemplated what sounds she would make when I nudged her deep, and how long it would take before she screamed my name. It wasn't a matter of if she would scream my name, only when.

I shook my head, trying to clear my rampant thoughts. If she had never been touched by a man, starting out with me was an extremely dangerous choice. Anxiety rolled through me. There would be no 'starting out', because that implied a continuation and all she had was an ending. I hadn't just come here for answers.

Tonight, she was going to die by my hand.

I cringed. And the fact that I was bothered by the thought of killing her, reinforced my decision that she had to die. I had never come across a female as dangerous as her. I didn't know what danger she posed; only that she was.

When she finished with her swim, she walked up the steps and stood at the edge, pulling the water out of her long hair. I shifted and her head snapped in my direction, her eyes growing large with fear when she saw me. There was recognition there. She knew who I was. In the next instant, her mouth opened in a blood curdling scream.

I stood quickly and the order of compulsion released hypnotically from my lips, "Be silent!"

She kept screaming.

What the hell?

A shockwave of surprise coursed through me.

She couldn't be compelled?

No mortal was immune to my compulsion!

I crossed the room in a blur and came up behind her. I clamped one hand over her mouth and wrapped my other arm around her waist to keep her still. She jumped at my unexpected embrace and then fought me viciously, twisting and turning her body, kicking and trying to bite me. I knew she was afraid of being raped, which I had no intention of doing, and spoke in her ear in an effort to calm her, "Shh...I am not going to violate you...I would never hurt you in that way."

It took a few tries, but eventually my words registered and she quieted in my arms. I carefully lifted my fingers away from her mouth and slid my hand down to rest on her neck, still keeping her tight against my body.

"So, in what way do you plan on hurting me?" she rasped.

She was way too perceptive to have caught on to my word choice. I didn't answer. Instead, I whispered softly, "Are you done screaming now?" I gently traced circles on her neck, further trying to soothe her. "I want to talk with you."

"And you couldn't just call?" she hissed in irritation.

I chuckled and replied huskily, "Your fire is bewitching, Dulce Tigru."

She spat back, "Who the hell uses the word 'bewitching' and what the fuck is Dulce Tigru?"

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. "Not to remind you, but you do have a strange man holding you, naked—and your complaints are my word choices?"

Her little hands balled into fists.

I dipped my head down to her ear and murmured, "Okay, okay...Dulce Tigru means 'sweet tiger', because you are most certainly that. And ignore the word bewitching—how about 'fascinating or enchanting' instead?"

She let out a small, "Humph," but I felt her body relax.

Her scent was intoxicating, almost overpowering. I inhaled slowly, surprised at the potency of it. Was it because she was naked? Maybe it was stronger when she was in her most raw form. Or maybe it was just some freak aphrodisiac, because I couldn't seem to stop myself from repositioning my hands, stroking the soft flesh lightly along her neck and belly.

To my utter astonishment and amazement, her body responded to my touch and there was a new scent in the air—her arousal.

Fuck. Me.

I growled low, "Do you like that, Tigru? Do you want me to touch your sweet little pussy? You're going to have to tell me you want it. I won't touch you unless you do."

She gasped, her chest beginning to heave as her breathing became shallow and uneven. She fidgeted in my arms, the scent of her arousal becoming stronger.

I waited. Every second felt like an eternity. I desperately wanted her to say yes. I applied more pressure, caressing her creamy smooth skin, tracing from her belly down to her inner thigh, close but not touching her pleasure areas; my fingertips giving her just a suggestion, a temptation, of what I could do to her. My voice was gruff, thick with my own lust, "Say it—tell me you want my touch. Do you want to come, Dulce Tigru? Is that what your body is aching for?"

Given her virgin status and inexperience, I was shocked when she arched her spine, tilting her little ass up; and pushed back against me, rubbing it up and down my rock solid erection. Fucking hell!  I bit back a groan. I wondered if she even realized she was doing it.  My dick pushed painfully against the confines of my pants, I was sure it had zipper teeth imprints by now.

If she wanted a little bump-and-grind, I was all for it. I grasped her hip tight to keep her magnificent ass where I wanted it, and rocked into her, taking over the motion, rougher and harder. I growled, "Is this what you want? Do you want to feel how fucking hard you make me?"

"Oh—I..!" She gasped, her breathing tripled in pace, coming out in harsh pants. Her body was hot to the touch, a light sheen of sweat on her flesh. She trembled in my arms. She hesitated one more moment and then moaned low, "Yes."

Finally!

My right hand coasted from her hip toward her center, eager to feel the scorching fire between her thighs. I ran my fingers through her slick folds. Fuck, she felt good, so soft and hot and wet. Her body jolted at my touch, quivering harder. She cursed under her breath, "Shit! Son of a—Ah!"

Her sound choked off when I pinched and tugged on her sensitive skin, kneading her mound in my hand. I teased her flesh, curling my fingers through her lower lips, and circling her opening, but never pushing them inside and very carefully avoiding her clit. She squirmed, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and wiggled her ass, pushing forward with her hips, trying to force me to go deeper. I chuckled darkly and purred, "Patience, my little tiger."

She let out a little growl of frustration. Fucking adorable.

My free hand found her plump breast. I squeezed, reveling in her softness, and rolled her nipple, pulling it between my fingers. She arched, pushing her chest into my hand.

"Do you know how wet you are?" I whispered into her ear.

She inhaled sharply, "What? I—no..."

"You are fucking dripping for me." It was the truth. Her silky liquid practically coated my hand and I hadn't even slipped my fingers into her yet.

A high-pitched whine released from her throat. Her heart raced, driving the blood through her veins frantically, causing my fangs to throb. Finally, I could wait no longer and pushed a finger inside. My eyes closed and I groaned, "You are so fucking tight."

"Cage!" she gasped and panted. Her muscles clenched around me.

Fuck. The sound of my name, rolling off of her succulent lips in pleasure, drove me hard. I wanted to hear her scream it. I gently pushed in a second finger. Damn, she was tighter than anyone else I had ever felt. I moved them in and out slowly, letting her body adjust. Quickly, she rocked her hips into my hand.

"Are you ready for more, Tigru?"

She mewled in response.

"Okay, hold on to me," I instructed, my voice husky with desire. Both of her hands wound up to grasp the back of my neck. I continued to fondle her breast, pulling and tugging on her taut dusky nipple. A high-pitched whine hissed through her lips and she clenched around my fingers again. Damn.

I picked up the pace, but not too fast. I wanted this to last, so I carefully avoided brushing against her clit. "Do you like to feel my fingers inside you?"

"Yes...Yes, yes!" she chanted breathlessly, rocking harder against my hand. I increased the intensity and the angle, curling my fingers slightly inside of her. Her vocalization became louder, demanding more and begging me to go faster and harder. She was so damn close and I couldn't wait any longer to hear what she sounded like when she came. When my thumb came down on her clit, her entire body jolted and she cried out loudly, "Oh! There...Right there!!!"

My thumb made hard and fast circles, while I pushed my fingers in and out of her faster. I groaned; I wanted nothing more than to lay her down and finish with my tongue, lapping up her orgasm, but this would have to do. I felt her body tense. "I'm going to make you come now...are you ready?"

Unable to speak, she panted and nodded frantically. My lips curled into a wicked grin, as I pushed her body right over the edge and she shattered apart in my arms, screaming, "Cage! I'm going to—Oh! Yes, yess...fuck yesss!"

Her muscles rhythmically contracted around my fingers with almost violent force. The sound of my name uttered recklessly from her sweet pink lips caused my already stiff member to twitch painfully. I was shocked at how tight and long her climax lasted. I think I would give my left nut, to be able to feel her come like that around my cock.

I held her now limp and quivering body in my arms, while I fought for control over my own desires. This was definitely not the time and she was definitely not ready to have me inside of her. After a moment, she seemed to be supporting her own weight again. I whispered, "Are you okay? Can you stand if I let you go?" Now that she was relaxed, I hoped our following conversation would go easier.

I could not have been more wrong.

As soon as I released her, she spun around and snatched up the frying pan from the nearby table. She brandished it in the air, holding it with both hands like a weapon in front of me, and spat angrily, "Why the fuck are you here?"

My eyebrows raised in disbelief and I smirked, "So, rather than choose the towel to cover up, you chose to the frying pan and want to fight me instead?" I wondered if she realized how hilarious she looked.

She narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Apparently not.

I took a tentative step in her direction.

"Don't you come any closer!" she warned me, waving the frying pan back and forth in the air. It took every last ounce of my self-control not to burst out laughing.

I murmured calmly, "I want to talk with you."

"So you snuck in here like a fucking criminal and then spied on me? No normal person does that! What is fucking wrong with you?" she hissed.

I frowned. My patience with this nonsense was done. I stepped forward and growled, "I think you are well aware now that I am far from normal. Do you remember seeing me move from one side of the room to the other when I came up behind you? No, you don't, because vampires move faster than the human eye can track."

She shook her head mutely, in denial of my words. The frying pan wobbled in the air as her hands trembled. I continued relentlessly, "Yes, that's right. You just came at the hands of a vampire...and you loved it." At that, I remembered my earlier curiosity about how she tasted. Her eyes were huge as I slowly licked her release from my fingers. I had been right. She tasted sweet and fucking fantastic. I wanted more. Shit.

"That's not possible," she finally rasped.

I picked up her towel and walked the last few steps to her. She stood frozen, as I relieved her of the frying pan and placed the towel in her hands instead.

"Get dressed," I ordered. "We have much to discuss."

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