Winning Virgin Love Part 24

Sebastian grabbed a blanket and tossed it over Constance's thin body. She looked like a pet.i.te china doll. Her ivory complexion and long coal black hair would be the death of him. He knew it as soon as he busted in and saw her. h.e.l.l, if he wanted to be honest with himself, not that he did, he felt his defenses leave him when he saw her on the dance floor of the club. The way she moved her sinful little a.s.s should've been illegal or at least, determined illicit in a public place.

Milosh pointed his finger at Sebastian with a threat lingering on his lips. "She's off limits? Is that the way it is around here? You see a broad you want and you take her for yourself? Hmmm...it's your club man. Have at her. Her dainty little neck will be ripe with veins because I've primed them with a fluid meant for s.l.u.ts like her."

Constance's eyes bugged. "What the h.e.l.l did you just say?" Her neck struggled more against the restraints than her body. Her head barely made it off the pillow, but she managed a glare at both men.

Sebastian would have his moment or two to indulge in her anger, but first he wanted the room cleared. "Get him out of here and Milosh," he turned back to the other vampire to give him a fair enough warning, "This one, as you call her, is vampire royalty, you stupid f.u.c.k!" He moved closer to him and both men snarled their teeth while their eyes blazed through the other one. They circled the room a couple of times and then Milosh backed away throwing his arms up in the air several times when he did. Frustration understood and easily his to carry.

"Fine! Have at her. She's an easy mark. I gave her enough of that s.h.i.t to have her begging to screw. You're a lucky son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h." He glanced back at Constance and then shrugged at his friend. "Maybe if you tap a tight little s.n.a.t.c.h like hers, you'll be ready to find your friends again."

d.a.m.n envy. Why he had it didn't even occur to him, but it consumed him to a fault. "Did you touch her?"

"Son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h. What do you think?" Milosh moved closer to the door sensing the trouble in the air. He nodded upward toward the viewing room and finally replied. "I'm willing to bet you saw me kiss her, man. What am I supposed to do, lie?"

"I want to know where your hands wandered." A calm ripped through the air. If a crowd had the ability to stir a room, Sebastian's anger to still one rocked all parties concerned into a fear-filled stance.

"Are you for real?" Milosh seemed to snort and it fell on the tranquil room. Deadly quiet.

The room sliced and diced the animosity and d.a.m.n straight, Sebastian wanted answers. His fatal threat existed in the words he spoke and the questions he asked. He moved toward the man he spent some time with at parties. He played the buddy part for a minute. One way or the other, he'd find out if his friend touched her.

He smiled and then asked again. "Come on man, tell me. Did you touch that tight little a.s.s?"

"Thank the elders for me when you see them. h.e.l.l no, I didn't touch her. I wouldn't touch her now if you paid me. d.a.m.n boy, bad a.s.s like you falling quick huh? You don't see one submissive here you want and when you do, you could take them or leave them. Now, this is the golden one. h.e.l.l, I hope her little p.u.s.s.y is full of the diamonds you seem to think she deserves."

"Get him out of here and put this door back up now! No one and I mean no one comes in here." He glared at his employees before he turned around to study Constance carefully.

While a few of the bouncers and Sabbat bodyguards worked to put the door back in place, Sebastian fixed himself a drink. He looked around at the suite. d.a.m.n if he didn't wish he had the lovely vixen in a similar place without his brother's watchful eye to supervise.

When the room fell quiet again and the guards left them, he approached her. The drug Milosh gave her would eventually hit with a vengeance and the calm he saw on her face now would be warped with want and need.

"Miss Spenser." He nodded slightly as he addressed her with an element of respect, though he wasn't sure if what he felt for her went hand and hand with honorable intentions.

Constance's daring eyes challenged him. "So you are going to wait for the drug your friend gave me to kick in?"

Slowly, reluctantly really, he smiled.

"Fabulous." Sarcasm shook her.

"You're twenty-one today. Happy Birthday." A tilted rim in her direction, followed with a slow slip.

Her lip quivered a bit. "Yes, but dare I guess how you gained your information or can I be direct and just ask?"

"You can ask."

"Then I'm asking."

"And I'm not interesting in telling you." He rubbed his head in a circular motion, sat across from the bed and leaned back in the oversized chair. His legs fell open and her eyes widened. Sure as h.e.l.l, she saw it. Most women did. It wasn't something to be missed when it made an appearance. His typical control didn't allow him to show off his a.s.sets in public, but right at the moment, he had a need for s.e.x-a profound unwarranted d.a.m.n sinful urge. And he just didn't care if she saw it.

The imprint there in his slacks proved impressionable. The light blush embedded in her cheeks all but guaranteed it.

"Fine. Would you at least remove these restraints, please, and allow me to sit up?"

She swiped her wicked little tongue across her lower lip every single time she looked at his c.o.c.k.

Just watching her gave a man a hard one straight up and his didn't need any further coaxing. "I can't right now."

"Cannot or will not?" Her eyes dropped to his waist and she smiled. Then, d.a.m.n it all once more, she moved her gaze south again. Black eyes dared him and she moistened her lips deliberately. "Come on, I won't bite. I promise. Besides, after seeing your eyes and anger, I know biting you wouldn't bring about any measure of satisfaction." She purred out her words.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." He released a tortured sigh and stood up to pace. He liked to walk off his stress and he had it. He looked up at the frosted windows above. I know you're there. I feel you, Darian. He cursed his brother for having rooms like these in the first place.

"I'll make a deal with you. If you let me go, then my brothers won't kill you." She smiled sweetly and tilted her head in his direction.

"Constance, I can a.s.sure, your brothers will not kill me and in fact, once you are presentable enough to take home, they may even thank me." He knew his arrogance would chap her a.s.s and it did.

Her voice seemed to change tones and her eyes almost rolled back in her head when she released a sarcastic, and definitely forced, laugh. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sebastian."

"Last name?" Her eyes dropped to his c.o.c.k again.

"You won't find it there, sweetheart."

"Oh, you're good." She laughed.

d.a.m.n, if she didn't stop tempting fate, she'd know his name. He might even share it with her. He smirked. h.e.l.l, maybe he liked the thought. "Constance, I'm a.s.suming it's okay to call you by your first name and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think we have a problem here." Maybe he glanced at his own manhood troubles before he continued, but at this point who cared? "I think you should listen carefully so we can deal with this appropriately."

Her head seemed to roll back a bit. The club drug the Sabbat brothers were involved in distributing happened to be one of the strongest in the world and evidence of it began to unfold. Those who took the drug would have a strong s.e.x drive for nearly twelve hours and when they came down off of the high, they would have a vivid recollection of what they'd done and with whom, something many wanted to find in club drugs.

Unlike many of the drugs, it wasn't necessarily dangerous, like meth, but it proved on more than one occasion to have a severe side affect. After engaged s.e.x acts were performed with the drug, those seldom found intercourse without it fulfilling. Of course, Darian reminded them on several occasions, it happened to be great for business.

"Have you ever gone to bed with a complete stranger?" Constance boldly asked her question as the true measure of the drug began to weigh in on her tiny little frame.

"Constance, you have to listen to me." He stood over her and moved closer. "I want you to look up at the frosted gla.s.s above me and pay attention to what I'm telling you. Upstairs, my brother is watching us. You know him and you don't want him to see you like this."

"Who is your brother? Maybe he'll want to join us." She slurred the words. "Do you like to screw strangers?" she asked again, this time with her lips curving into a full smile.

"No, I don't. I want you to listen to me. You've been drugged with a highly potent date rape drug. Call it a club drug if you want, but many use it for date rape. Do you understand me?"

She nodded, but her head rolled off to the side. When she raised her eyes upward again, darkness filled them. Her hooded eyes were striking, but the red streaks proved dangerous.

"They'll kill you." She laughed outright and then twisted her body some as she rolled with the feeling of lightheaded ecstasy. "Almonzo and Orlando, they'll cut your b.a.l.l.s off and send them back to your last girlfriend for a souvenir."

"I'm sure you take absolutely no blame here?" Maybe he presented the question as a statement, but he wanted her to admit some responsibility. h.e.l.l, if he didn't come in to save her, she'd already be f.u.c.ked. Literally. The thought made his teeth grit all the more. He would have killed Milosh-and enjoyed it.

"I need your c.o.c.k." She purred and whined as she rolled her body against the restraints.

"Constance, did you come to the club with anyone?"

Her body stopped moving and her ivory skin tone changed to a blush shade. Maybe she needed to stop squirming long enough to think.

She probably didn't remember. He watched her eyes close and reopen again. Her cheeks seemed to stay rosy red with a flush of seduction lingering there. She did need to be f.u.c.ked. He knew all about how the girls who took their drug immediately thought of s.e.x as a sudden necessity.

"No. I'm supposed to go out with my family tomorrow and my friends are far too dull to walk into a BDSM club."

"Why are you here?" He wanted to know. He sat down on the bed and watched her struggle continue. Her hips moved off the bed as she seemed to grind into a hand that didn't exist.

"Come closer and I'll tell you." d.a.m.nation if he did, he felt confident he would lose himself to her right then and there.

He moved inches away from her, careful to stay just beyond her reach.

"Closer." She bit her lower lip. "I told you, I won't bite."

"Would you lie to me?"

A child-like laugh rumbled through the room and yep, straight into his heart. For a smart vampire, a seasoned man, he sure let his guard down. This one would lead him through a thousand h.e.l.ls and then she would trash his life because she would never be anything but off-limits to him. He knew better. d.a.m.nation, he understood, but he leaned down anyway.

His face hovered over hers and she raised her neck up off the pillow. Her mouth dropped. She expected a kiss. Her tongue reached for him and he chuckled. "Think you'll grab hold that easy?"

"I'm here because I belong here." She spoke the words slowly into his mouth. "Any complaints?"

He swallowed. None, yet. "Yes. You don't belong here." He lied and spoke the truth in one statement. A Spenser did not belong within five thousand feet of a Sabbat, but for some reason Sebastian wanted Constance within inches of him. h.e.l.l no, he wanted to sink right into her and become a part of her.

d.a.m.n it all.

He had a real problem on his hands. If love at first sight existed, he signed on for it.

She jerked the cuffs and when she strained against them, her little round nipples pressed harder into the cami holding her from his complete view. He watched her struggle all the more. He looked up at the vantage point his brothers would have if they were in fact still watching. He knew they were and knew Darian, in particular, would find the whole show worthy of a large audience.

He'd covered her once and she'd already moved with the blanket until she lay open for review. He covered her once more and watched her raise and lower her hips again reaching for something, searching for anything to comfort the ache in between her legs.

Her moaning began and he decided then and there, he wouldn't let her become Exhibit A. Constance Spenser made her way into the wrong club and he'd be d.a.m.ned if he would stand by and let her put on a free show. No, not on his watch-well, at least not while others witnessed it all.

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Destiny Blaine lives in Tennessee with her husband of seventeen years and two teenagers. The family is sports-oriented and spends a lot of time in sports complex centers around the country, traveling with various high performance teams.

Destiny's favorite pastimes include reading, playing casino c.r.a.ps, or watching all sports ranging from volleyball to football. She always enjoys spending time with family and friends, and finds the best days spent are typically on a white sandy beach with a good book in hand and family nearby.

Destiny has various novels and novellas due out in 2008 and 2009. You can find out more about these works of fiction and non-fiction by logging on to her website at www.destinyblaine.com. Destiny also has an active Mys.p.a.ce site where she interacts with readers daily. Check her out at www.mys.p.a.ce.com/destinyblaine.