Free Elusive Hero: Invitation to Eden (Vampire Queen Series Book 12) by Joey Hill Page A

her from taking what she wanted. She could strike like a snake, as lethal as one if she desired.
    He’d said as much earlier.
“Why don’t you just take it?”
But that was his point, wasn’t it? Any male vampire could force her to his will, just as she could force Garron to hers. Her body quivered in his hold, shrieking at her to ignore all that, to just take. It should be enough. It was enough for other made vampires.
    Even if they didn’t have overt dominant tendencies before being turned, it was as if the chemical change ferreted out and magnified every subtle hint of them so the vampire could survive in a world where it was all about a hierarchy of dominance. That was what her sire had assumed would happen to her. He’d been wrong.
    She was the anomaly. The human woman she’d been, the Confederate spy, had possessed the strength to manipulate and deceive, to become whatever was necessary to serve, to try and make her world a better place. Her turning had latched upon those qualities, magnifying
them
, while leaving those deeper yearnings untouched. Her submissive desires had been stronger than any single or combined dominant tendency within her. Provoked by Garron’s command, they surged up like a tidal wave.
    He smelled like all the things around her—salt water, stone and tropical jungle—as well as the cotton of his shirt, a faint aftershave. Beneath that was his essence, the unique scent she would inhale if she visited his quarters, wore one of his shirts, or woke in the middle of the night in his arms. She wanted to do all of those things, fiercely and immediately. She wanted to wake up in such a life, all the rest a bad dream.
    Her reaction had to be caused by the sorcery of the blindfold and collar. She’d seen servants go into a euphoria from such basic tools of mastery. Why should she be surprised that they had a similar effect on her, when she’d fantasized about wearing them so often? She didn’t care about the whys. Yet, despite that, she found she couldn’t make that last step and ask for permission.
    “I want…” Her fingers closed into balls again. “I want to feed.”
    “Yeah, you do. You look hungry. So be polite and ask.” The edge in his voice increased the quiver through her limbs. What kind of punishments did Garron deal out to disobedient subs?
    “I can’t. I’ve never… It’s like I’m opening myself up far too much.”
    “It’s just us. I can see—hell, I can
feel
your reaction to wearing my collar, being naked like this. It’s humming off every inch of you. The blindfold helps you get lost in your own responses and emotions. It creates a cave like this inside you, where those things echo and bounce back, intensifying everything. I love the tight way you’re holding those gorgeous lips, holding it all in, because that means what you really want to do is part them, let me in. My mouth, my cock. Cry out your pleasure, ask for permission to exist, let alone take a pint from my throat.”
    He leaned in so close his breath was caressing her lips. “You’ve imagined this countless times, my lady. Haven’t you?”
    She made an incoherent sound as he wrapped the tether tighter around his large hand, rested it on her sternum so she felt the weight of his touch, the deliberate pull against the collar. “You want a Master who will keep you naked but for his collar all the time, so you know you’re his. Totally his. He’d take you to his bedroom, hook the tether to the headboard, put you on your hands and knees and fuck you like that. Put his hands on your hips so every time he pulled you back to take his cock harder, you’d feel the yank on the leash, the collar. His ownership of you.”
    Her fangs lengthened to their full size, something that she didn’t usually do until they were embedded in flesh. They were nearly a half inch, curving over her bottom lip. His hand was close enough that when she dipped her head restlessly, she grazed the sharp tips over his knuckles.