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yelps as her body took over, rhythmically
squeezing his hand. Constantine had an alien emotion overtake him.
He enjoyed that he was responsible for her pleasure, rubbing his
thumb firmly against her swollen clit as she bucked and moaned. He
had caused this... this pleasure in this female. In this moment.
He. Constantine. It left him feeling empowered. It was a strange
sensation, but it increased his pleasure to give it.
    Odd that her pleasure should give him
pleasure. And he had not needed pain to bring it.
    Cara was a clever vixen and as he pulled
away from her neck, his epiphany freshly realized, she leaned
forward and sprung his cock free. It burst from his pants, and she
jerked upright, freeing his hand from her deep wetness, her orgasm
coating his fingertips as proof of her pleasure and in a smooth
bend and scoop of his rigid flesh, she sucked his cock into her
mouth and Con gasped.
    Cara had taken control.
    Further, goddess have
mercy, he had allowed it.
    She bobbed her head to the base of his tool.
Once, twice, and on the third stroke Con came from his toes,
flooding her mouth with his seed and she sucked it all down,
swallowing what he'd never allowed another female to give him.
    He was the commander of
his orgasms. Constantine was in
complete charge of his sexual fate and appetites.
    But times were changing.
    Ember had begun it.
    She would be the finisher of him as
well.
    Constantine had never truly tasted fear.
    Now it lay on his tongue like bitter
poison.
    For a female had marked him and he could not
rest until he had her again.
    As the endorphins of his release flooded his
system, Constantine made the most important plan of his life:
retrieve Ember.
    She had ruined him.
    Ember had saved him.

CHAPTER 4
     
     
    Con said two words he normally did not use,
“Thank you.”
    Lucia smiled. “You have learned some lessons
better than others, Exotic.”
    Tarrin glowered at him and instructed, “No
offense, mixed-blood but I would just as soon not see you
again.”
    “None taken,” Constantine replied casually, his
hands itching to spring talons. Tarrin's eyes shifted to his
partially clamped fists then back to his unflinching eyes.
    He gave a small smile and added, “Do this one
thing, Fac - Exotic,” Tarrin conceded with a small head dip,
“make it right with the princess.”
    “I cannot return her,” Constantine said, putting
his hands on his hips, legs spread and waiting to blur himself to
where he scented her.
    Tarrin closed his eyes. “We will deal with the
politics. But know this, she must well and truly be rescued and
continue to live without abuse, regardless of your proclivities.”
Tarrin gave Con steady eyes and Constantine nodded his
understanding.
    “My word means nothing but my emotion reigns
supreme,” Con replied truthfully. “I will not harm her.”
    Unless it be consensual, Con clarified
inside his mind. It was the first time he'd made a promise of that
kind to himself. It would be a challenge to keep it.
    He turned but Lucia asked quickly, “What is
that?”
    Con looked to his hip where his barbed chain lay
looped. “The Encourager,” he said and Tarrin's eyes met his.
    “A very old tool,” Tarrin commented and Con
nodded.
    “I have seen none like it,” Lucia said, looking
between the two.
    “Let us hope you never do, for if you had, it
would make even the thickest tongue thin with speaking.”
    “A device of torture?” Lucia guessed and Con
grinned. “Not as clever as yours, my Druid Exotic...”
    Tarrin stepped forward and Con squared off with
the huge warrior, issuing a soft hiss.
    “No,” Lucia said softly, but the vampires in
attendance heard her barely uttered negative perfectly.
    “Ember waits,” Lucia reminded them both.
    Con straightened, checking his weapon belt
carefully and finding it full, blurred to follow his wandering
breeder's trail.
    He would discipline her severely for running
off.
    And enjoy it.
*
Lucas
     
    Lucas buried his stiff cock in the