Page 46 of The Midnight Order (The Thorngray Vampires Duet #1)

Jasper

The dungeon is a place we can all escape to when we need to. One side is a full gym, and the other side is suitable for us to use to… play.

Work on one side, play on the other, essentially.

Silver’s eyes run over the length of all the whips and floggers decorating the walls, and I revel in hearing her breathing deepen.

She smells like all of us, and it’s intoxicating.

Everyone leaves the room, sensing that this time is for Silver and me. Each of us will need this, and I’m sure Lowell is the one who led the charge of urging the others to leave us alone.

“This is all… You like all of these things?” Her sultry voice holds me captive as her hand runs over the leather of a flogger.

“I do. I think there are two of us who hope, one day, you’ll come to like these things, too.”

“I don’t know that I’ve ever… What’s this?” Silver lifts a strap-on from the basket atop the many chests of drawers filled with toys.

I clear my throat. “That’s a strap-on.”

“I could wear this?”

“You could. With a willing participant.” I add the last part for my benefit, so she knows certain pleasures are a hard limit for me. However, she has access to two order members who would love to see her with that strap-on dildo on.

I can’t deny that the imagery does something wild to my insides, but I’d rather be a bystander in that scene.

“What is your kink?” she asks.

“Pain.” My answer comes out quickly, and her brows shoot up.

“You like to give pain or receive it?”

“Receive it.”

I can spot the burning questions in her eyes, but she keeps them at bay.

Removing my shirt, I turn around and let her eyes linger on the scars I’ve accumulated over the centuries from repeated flogging, most of it self-inflicted.

“Oh, Jasper.” I hear the strap-on drop back into the basket before her hands are on my back.

She runs her fingers over the length of the scars, and my body responds even more than it had in the living room.

She’s looking at me, who I am, when you strip everything away.

“I could never do this to you. I don’t want to make you bleed.”

“You don’t have to. The bite of pain mixed with pleasure is what I crave. Those were from times I couldn’t help myself. When I needed more to quiet my brain.”

“I guess I can understand that.”

I turn around, cupping her face. “That makes me sad for you.”

“Why did you bring me down here?” she asks, pressing her thighs together.

I can’t help but smirk as my hands dip between the folds of her sex. “Are you still sticky with Corvin’s cum?”

Her knees falter, and she grabs onto my upper arms for stability. “Yes.”

“Did you enjoy having us all there? Having all of us worship you?”

“God,” she breathes. My fingers find her entrance, still soaked. I press inside. “It was mind-blowing. I don’t know if that makes me some kind of sex monster, or maybe it makes me filthy, but I want more.”

“More is what we aim to give you.”

My fingers meet resistance as she flutters her muscles around me, but I angle them as I walk her back to the St. Andrew’s Cross, backing her into it.

I’m working up another hunger in her, subsequently, in myself too.

“Just me and you tonight,” she sputters, and it takes me a minute to realize she’s asking me.

“Yes, Silver. Just me and you.”

She reaches up, tugging me by the back of my neck and down to her lips. Her spellbinding kiss has likely led men to their deaths with how it weaves its magic over me.

Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and my unoccupied hand sinks into her hair, tightening into a fist.

Her answering moan feeds my soul. I swallow it like a demon of hell as payment.

She presses me back, inhaling raggedly, and I let my hand pull out of her. She hisses, and I grin.

I don’t know what she’s playing at until she turns me, her hands on my sides. My back presses against the cross while I watch her fiddle with the buttons on my slacks.

My cock is hard as a rock behind my slacks, and pre-cum seeps through their fabric, giving away how turned on I am as she shucks them down, taking my underwear with them.

When they’re at my ankles, she stands before me and looks me over.

“You like pain,” she whispers, and even though I know she’s just processing, I nod.

She walks away from me, surveying the walls and all the implements hanging for her use, leaving me bereft in her absence.

I watch her, my head lolled to the side as her lithe body stalks the walls, looking at each whip and flogger as if weighing the best possible outcome of each.

She stops in front of a flogger with a chain-link swivel, which gives it more power on the swing and adds a bigger bite of pain.

My dick jumps as she reaches for it, and she doesn’t miss my hand stroking my sex a few times when she looks back at me.

“This one?” She smirks.

I love that she knows she has the power, and how her eyes are lighting up.

When she walks back to me, her hips have more sashay, and her chin is held high.

Fuck, I wish the others were here. Then again, no, I don’t.

“So, you just like to be hit with this?”

Before I can get an answer out, she tests it, swinging and landing a good strike across my abdomen.

I groan as my head falls forward. “Fuck.”

“Oh, I think I like that.”

Her goosebumps and hardened nipples are visible, as well as the way her pupils are blown wide.

“You could also—” My words are cut off as she gives the next strike more power, her eyes lighting with power.

“Shit!” My head falls back.

My voice sounds pathetic. My hunger is immeasurable.

“Could you come like this?” she asks, yet again, giving me no time to answer.

This time, she tests the limits, however, and lands a blow across the front of my thigh, the flogger so close to striking my sex.

A place I’ve never gotten close to hitting myself.

“I could… I will,” I whimper, my body beginning to shake.

Determination knits her brow as she strikes the other thigh. “I want to see you come for me like this.”

I don’t know what’s gotten into this woman, but I am going to nurture it and hope it stays.

She’s blossoming in this dark dungeon of ours.

Her strikes become harder and faster, each one nearly hitting me in a very sensitive area. She rotates between my thighs, hips, stomach, and chest, driving me wild with need.

The tip of me is burning to erupt, but she never gives me enough. The glint in her eyes tells me it’s on purpose.

The last strike brings me down the cross. I slump in pure exhaustion as I moan, my body breaking beneath her.

She wastes no time dropping to her knees over me, straddling me.

Her hand slides between us, gripping me firmly, lining me up.

“Silver, I—” I shudder, but she can’t hear me. She’s worked us both too high.

Her tightness welcomes me home, her muscles giving way.

“Fuck.” I grab her hips, squeezing, trying to maintain some amount of control.

“Jas,” she moans.

She works up to a faster pace, riding me, her hips dragging back and forth.

Making a fist, I notch it at her clit, giving her something to grind against for more pleasure.

“Oh god, that feels good.” Her head falls back, and it gives me the worst thoughts about how much of her throat is exposed and how sweet her blood must taste right now while it’s full of adrenaline.

One hand slides up her front, toying with her nipples, giving each a hard tug. She increases her pace. “You see how that little nip of pain made you feel? It didn’t hurt, did it?”

“No!” she cries. “Again. Do it again.”

Heeding her demand, I roll her nipple between my fingers, pinching with just the right amount of pressure.

“Jas!” It’s the second time she’s shortened my name, and I find I don’t hate it.

Nor do I hate that she’s about to come for me.

As she grinds forward, I twist my fist into her clit, pressing into her and giving her everything she needs to combust.

“Oh god,” she breathes, pressing her forehead against mine. What I’d give to feel her skin through this fucking mask.

To feel the sweat beaded on her brow while she derives pleasure from my body, while she comes apart for me.

“Let go, Silver. Come with me,” I plead, barely hanging onto my own ends.

When she grips my shoulders and rolls her hips faster and faster, it drives me over the edge, and I scream her name as I come, seeing stars in my vision as she wrings every inch of pleasure from my body.

She follows with a shudder, and I wrap around her and hold her close, willing her shivers to subside with my proximity.

My nose skims up her throat, the scent of her perfect blood thrumming wildly, becoming the only thing I ever want to hear for the rest of my life.

I could lie right here with her for an eternity, both of us petrified and worthless, and I’d be so fucking happy.

“Do it,” she says, pulling me back to reality.

“What?”

“Do it. Drink from me. I know you’re hungry.”

“You know Lowell doesn’t?—”

“Do it,” Lowell’s voice comes from across the room.

He steps out of the darkness, and I startle.

How long had he been standing there? Did he not trust me?

Silver moves her hair off her sweat-slicked skin, and I lazily watch her pulse, pattering in her throat for a few mind-numbing seconds before my fangs drop and I strike.

Her essence floods my mouth, and I’m lost. She tastes like the warmest summer day. Like the sun on my skin.

Suddenly, my mind is transported elsewhere. I press my tongue against her vein to slow the feeding so I can figure out what I’m seeing.

It’s Silver, and she’s in Soliel’s kitchen. It’s like I’m on the outside looking in. Like I’m in a memory.

“Jasper, that’s enough,” Lowell says from outside the scene playing in my mind, but I ignore him. He can’t know I’m controlling the flow of her blood, and to tell him, I need to break the connection.

“I don’t understand,” Silver’s saying to Soliel.

“I know you don’t, honey. But you will. One day, you will.” Soliel’s hands glow with magic before running over Silver’s forehead.

Pulling my fangs from Silver’s vein, I look at her momentarily before licking her wound closed.

I’d been so preoccupied trying to discern the memory that I hadn’t realized my little Sweet Silver had worked up another appetite. Her hips are rocking back and forth languidly, working both of us back into a frenzied state.

“Fuck! Silver.” Hanging on for dear life, I ride the wave with her, praying it never ends.