Euphoria

You Can't Run From Fate

Briar Rose

"Briar" I hear his voice call out to me. His already alluring voice is even deeper, huskier, and ten times more provocative and I know it's because he's using his vampiric influence on me, trying to pull on the bond as well.

I open my eyes to see him standing at the foot of the bed. I look around, I am in an unfamiliar room, it's all black with white gold accented furniture, it's masculine and sophisticated. I can't see much because it's dark but I can tell it's nice. It must be his room. My eyes trail him. He looks beautiful as always. His golden hair is swept back lightly and his piercing blue eyes are unwavering. Filled with anger. He's wearing a simple black button-up, black slacks, and loose suspenders that hang at his sides.

"Who touched you!?"

"What?"

"Someone touched your waist, someone is lusting for you." I see anger in his eyes.

"It's not what you think."

"Hmm, it better not be." His eyes shine in a warning.

I look down to see I am wearing the same slip nightgown, the same thing I was wearing when I went to sleep. His eyes shine with anger yet an insurmountable amount of lust as well. His eyes travel my body. At the foot of the bed, he bends down and kisses my ankle making direct eye contact with me. I shiver and my skin blooms with pleasure. My bone feels raw and tender. He notices my reaction to him as my chest rises and falls.

He smirks and lifts my gown up to my knees with a deadly grip. His long, cold fingertips are adorned with gold rings akin to Cartier. His eyes shine with the realization, that I'm not wearing anything underneath. His eyes immediately go down and he is breathing heavily with lust, his fangs have protruded as he looks down at the part of the dress that's covering what's between my thighs. He digs his head into my lap and breathes in and out to calm himself. He looks up at me again and before I can protest, attaches his mouth to my legs, kissing up. His eyes never leave mine. His lips slant as they softly leave my legs glistening. His fangs scratch softly in some places and it's more than I can take. He is gripping my thighs and rubbing the insides of them with his thumbs. It feels so good, I feel it wash over me. I can't move or say no. He hovers over me.

"No, stay back!" I call out pushing my hand out. He takes my hand caressing it with his thumb before kissing the wrist and just like that I'm at his will again.

I look at his hauntingly beautiful face, he looks tired and frustrated and I know it's because he's been looking for me. His blue eyes shine

"Where are you, my rose, hmm?"

I stay quiet, biting my lips to keep from telling him. He kisses my cheeks and I feel a wave come over me. He's using his powers to seduce me into telling him where I am.

"Briar, speak." He says softly his tone laced with urgency. When he sees I'm not budging he buries his head into my neck and begins to nip at my sweet spot with his fangs. His hands move from my tender wrists to my thighs that are bent around his body. His fingers are digging harshly into them and his thumbs are tracing.

I immediately moan and my back arches. How does he know where I am sensitive?

He growls "it's still the same spot."

Another wave hits me, and my brows scrunch in confusion at what he said, but my brain feels like mush. I feel my stomach clench with an unfamiliar feeling.

"I didn't come here to drink your blood, I came here to find you." He growls out. His hands roam my body and he begins to suck on my neck. My body shakes at the feeling of all this, it's too much.