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The Devil’s Den

Chapter 13: In Which Games Are Played

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Alcina held you in an all-encompassing embrace on your bed. Your heart thrummed a slow steady beat as your body hummed in harmony.

The two of you fit together like the perfect puzzle pieces. Fuck however cliche that sounded. It was what it was.

Her strong arms enfolded over your chest and middle, your back pressed against her buxom chest and chiseled shoulder, her warm breath settled near your ear and neck, a long voluptuous leg draped over yours. This was bliss. This was perfection. This was all the things you'd searched for for so long, never realizing this was everything you needed.

This was home.

You hadn't been remotely close to being as drained as the first night she drank from you, but still the effervescent cloud cocooning you was weightless. Limitless. A horizon with no end in a sky dipped in every essence of the perfect sunset.

This was a high you could stand to endure without any complaint whatsoever for the rest of your days.

Your wrist was slightly sore but the bite marks had almost disappeared. Still, aside from these sensations the one to top them all was being in her arms; your vampire, Alcina.

Your mind was actually silent for once, so present in the moment with her that it was actually quiet.

Alcina, just as emersed in you, was just as still. The beast inside, null, tamed even, purring gently as it slumbered.

Taking a long slender finger, Alcina traced the features of your face, memorizing the beauty within her soft fingertips. She watched you, so mellow, so genuinely comfortable in her arms, the moment shutting the doors and locking them to whatever lie outside this room. Her thoughts had grown stale running over the same trampled ground over and over; all the fear and worry.

She still hadn't figured you out. Had no more awareness as to why she needed you so desperately, felt so connected and linked with you, but did it matter? Alcina ignored it and she nuzzled her nose deeper into your neck, wrapped both arms around you once more, inhaling every bit of you into whatever empty space in her existed.

This had happened, this was happening, there was no stopping it now.

Humming low and breathy as her embrace tightened, you smiled and settled into her so close. Melding together without a gap to be pried apart.

After a long while like this you gently shifted in her arms and peered at her now face to face, the expression in her mirroring everything in you.

"I like this," you whispered, "all of it."

"Mmm..." she mused at you, that smile twisting her lips, "as do I, draga mea, as do I."

She literally didn't have to do a damn thing and she was the most tantalizing thing you'd ever been in the presence of. What a brat. What a perfect, beautiful, captivating brat.

A familiar tension began to build in the muscles of your lower belly and you moved your hips forward, pressing yourself into her long languid form, a hand slowly snaking up between you to cup her jaw and press your lips together. She tasted so good. She felt so good. She was just...good.

The two of you hummed in tandem. The kiss was deep and defined. Alcina drug her nails down your side and slipped her hand over your waist to tug you in by the small of your back, stealing some of your air as her leg hooked you tighter.

Between the sounds and heat of the tango between your lips, she grasped your jaw and held you there for those shimmering slate eyes to savor.

"You were so pleasantly unexpected."

The words caressed the strings in your heart causing a thrum of the most glorious melody. You couldn't help but smile, the ember in your core getting just a bit hotter as Alcina grazed your bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. So rude.

"Ditto," you breathed with a hitch, feeling the hand on your back glide to your hip and dig those nails into your flesh.

You gasped.

Her chuckle forced your eyes closed and her mouth was on yours once more, tongues and lips dueling a battle with no intent to win or lose.

This was all a win. This was for every pleasure. This was all for the two of you.

All of it.

The next several nights were pure insanity. Of the best sort possible.

Alcina and you bore a new rapport.

It was brash.

It was needful.

Careless and selfish and indulgent and the two of you couldn't get enough of one another.

She came in the next night without a word spoken; grabbed you by your waist, hoisted you up, wrapped your legs around her hips, shoved you into the back of the wall and made out with you with a hunger you hadn't seen from her yet.

After the heat became too much she tossed you onto the bed and fed.

It. Was. Exquisite.

The two of you didn't seem to need to speak your desires; for a reason unseen and unknown you synched to each other as if it was the most natural, long understood silent conversation in the world.

And yet, despite the frenzied passion she never once hurt you. Not in the slightest.

To say you felt more alive than you ever had before would be the understatement of the fucking century. Her bites, to whatever part of your body (and there were many), were as gentle as they were ravenous. A whole body orgasm without the actual climax. There was no way you could ever explain this. No way in gods green fucking earth you could ever imagine such a pleasure from a pain so deep and so fulfilling. Seeing the satiated expression on your vampire's face with every feeding gave it all the more potency. Alcina was stunning on her own with no need to even try, but after she fed, when the eruption of your blood quenching her thirst hit her face, you could die a happy woman every time.

Alcina, too, could sense your unabashed enjoyment and satisfaction. You reveled in the pain and pleasure just as she did; how you were so fully on her wavelength continued to surprise her again and again. You egged her on, demanded her bite, her teeth, her nails on your skin. She could feel how much you needed, just how far to go, and the two of you had found the most beautiful common ground of it all.

They say between heaven and hell is the best place to live. You two had found it; heaven together, hell apart.

The nights never seemed long enough anymore. You were getting less and less sleep and for some reason didn't seem to be fazed at all by it. Your ability to work during the day hadn't appeared to suffer, though your will to sit at your desk prison for 8 hours every day was getting less and less endurable.

Fuck this game.

Another week had passed. You were feeling more invigorated in every sense that your body could hold. You didn't feel like yourself, but, yeah you did.

You were beginning to become aware to so much around you; as if overnight your eyes actually opened, your ears were finally hearing, your taste and touch and smell were hyper-intensified and bubbling over the top. It was familiar to how you had begun to feel in the beginning with Alcina; night after night, waking to a new and yet familiar world. Now it was tenfold what it started as. It was like slipping into a brand new pair of shoes that were perfectly tailored to you and only you. Everything felt like it fit.

Sort of.

You sat at your desk staring out into space, utterly bored out of your mind, willing a fuck to fall from the sky to toss at your work.

And then an idea slammed into your thoughts like a rogue bowling ball.

A devilish and contemplative smirk ended up on your face as you traced the tip of your pen slowly over your notepad thoughtfully.

Hm. This could be fun. Let's hope she's game.

You rushed your way home that evening. Pampered, prepped, and dressed yourself to the hilt.

This had to be perfect.

It was an exceptionally beautiful night as Alcina scaled your apartment complex and slipped through the glass door of your bedroom.

But you, you were not where she could sense you. She stood there momentarily searching for your energy.

Nothing.

Her eyes narrowed until she saw something on your bed.

Alcina's steps were swift and silent as she retrieved the note there on your comforter.

'You said you'd always be able to find me, right? Let's put it to the test... XOXO'

Alcina pursed her lips softly until they turned into a grin filled with eager haste.

"A game, draga mea... how enticing of you," she murmured as her smile grew wider, admiring the kiss mark on the upper left of the page, "you have no idea what you're playing at my sweet, sweet pet."

Perhaps the deepest chuckle she had uttered in a long while rattled in her chest and Alcina tongued her upper lip, sucked in a sharp breath and retreated back out into the night.

By the time she hit the busy sidewalks her eyes were aglow and she had fully unleashed her tingling vampire senses. Oh, she would find you.

Your nerves were absolutely shot by the time your glass of Malbec made it to the table. The waiter was a handsome young thing who smiled very pleasantly as he handed it off to you. You nodded politely and sipped vigorously as soon as he turned his back.

Ok, it was more like gulps.

Class? What class.

Every nerve in your body was screaming 'what the fuck' at you as you nestled further into the dark corner of this club. You hoped with all hopes this wasn't a mistake and Alcina wouldn't be angry, but hey, you wanted to be spontaneous and you kind of like the game of cat and mouse thing. Who wouldn't want to exit stage left pursued by a bear, er, vampire.

You giggled. You were absolutely ridiculous.

Ridiculously smitten.

With a vampire.

Oof.

You hadn't had any sort of legitimate dinner so the alcohol was soaked up in your veins with little effort at all.

The sultry jazz wafting on the air was beginning to make its way into your brain like smoke through a screen, now that your cocaine fueled gremlin thoughts piped the fuck down.

This was one of the coziest and off the beaten path jazz clubs in Manhattan. It was dark, sultry, played the best jazz you'd ever heard, and the patrons were all mysterious as they were rich. You had come here a time or two, but the prices were a little too proud of themselves so your visits were slim. And, you had no one to go with. But, this was the perfect spot you could think of to hide out to see if this little gig of yours would work.

The lightness in your head slowly trickled its way down to each limb and the warmth of the wine settled in your stomach. Oh yes, you were feeling much better.

In fact, when a very proper gentleman made his way over to your table, offering his hand with the pending question for a dance, you accepted.

Mingling with the other guests would give you camouflage, right?

Alcina strode into the club like beautiful death searching for the next soul to usher to the other side. She was so captivating anyone would willingly offer to take her hand to cross astral plains. She wore a mahogany colored leather jacket that reached just above her knee, a belt synched waist accentuating that mouth-watering figure. The folded collar was overstated and revealed the loosely ruffled neck of the white silk shirt underneath. Her long legs, clad in her favorite pair of tight black jeans, accompanied by her favorite black knee high boots with the heel to kill.

Everyone noticed her but you.

You, who looked more stunning than usual on this fine night of prowl and seek.

Her chest hitched at your beauty, stunning her feet briefly as she gorged on the sight of you.

Eventually she slinked though the club, her eyes solely on you, on the dance floor mixed in with the many other couples.

A growl begged to be unleashed as she saw his hands on you. But, Alcina knew this was a game, and that there was no competition in the world for you. You belonged to her by your own volition, which made this all the more insatiable.

You wanted a reaction from her.

Well, you would be getting one.

She smirked.

Finding the table you had claimed took little effort. Alcina unbuttoned her jacket, tossed it next to yours on the cushy leather bench, and turned to face the dance floor once more.

It was easy to tell you were merely entertaining the gentleman whose arms you were in; the buzz of alcohol permeating off you giving Alcina's crimson lips a full smile as she could smell you from here. Mmm, the familiar ache ensued. She loved you intoxicated.

The music took a dive into a much more sensual realm and her teeth clacked inside her mouth when he pulled you closer.

Mm, no. This would not do.

Time had pretty much shuffled every number around on the clock at this point; you didn't know how many songs you'd dance or how long you'd been there. The wine hit you a little harder than you had intended, and while this guy was handsome and sweet, you thought of little else but Alcina.

And like a goddess summoned by a mere thought, her enrapturing face was suddenly peering down at you.

She had tapped the man on the shoulder, face expressionless as he looked back. His eyes grew wide at the sight before him, understanding her intent without needing to be told. Running his hands down his shirt he cleared his throat and immediately took his departure, leaving the two of you in the sea of drifting people.

You swallowed.

She was breathtaking in the dim blue lights of the club. The music, buzzing in you ears like the wine in your blood, gave you just a little more weightlessness here in her presence.

She'd found you.

Just like she said she would.

You smiled.

Everything melted away like chalk on concrete during a pelting rainstorm.

All you knew at this moment was how her arms were taking you into her embrace, possessively pressing your body into hers as she began the rhythm of the dance that was quietly telling you; Yes, of course I found you. You're mine.

Her perfume sent you off the ledge as you leaned into her, studying every feature on her face, intoxicated with not just booze, but her telling eyes and movement.

Alcina leaned to your ear and gently kissed the shell, holding you just a little tighter as the song played on. The purr in her throat was a warning, a threat of the dangerous control she had to not take you here and now on the dance floor, but also how absolutely pleasureful the whole ordeal was.

You little fiend. Thinking you could best her at her own game. Alcina would show you, in due time.

There was no doubt in your mind that if you had been at your apartment you would have been thrown to the floor, bit and fed from. But here, here she had to compose herself. She had to wait. You knew it was killing her because it was killing you just the same. You wanted her so badly. Right fucking now.

"Now that you've found me," you cooed against her cheek, "what are you going to do with me?"

If her jaw could have cracked, it just might have.

Alcina hummed deep into your ear, hot breath ghosting against it, "If others weren't present I'd show you... but as this game is not yet over, you will have to wait and see... draga mea."

A full shudder poured down your body, eyelids fluttering shut as the thoughts drove directly through your core.

Could you wait?

The cool wall of the restroom stall was a sweet relief from the fire burning through you.

The two of you, clearly, could not wait.

As the song ended, Alcina tugged you with her towards the back.

You didn't know whose lips were on whose first, but the vigor of need between you shoved every sane thought, action, idea, and mood out of the way.

Luckily there was no one else here as you tumbled in recklessly. Her hands were all over you, yours were all over her, the thought of breathing was about as pointless as someone trying to break up a cat fight.

Her tongue dove into your mouth and you moaned without remorse. Alcina grabbed you under your thighs and pinned you on the wall, hiking her knee up beneath you, keeping you steady as the heat grew unbearable. You noticed the glow in her eyes as you caught a breath, the arm she had pressed on the wall to keep balance accentuating her muscle, and in a brief moment all too short, your eyes caught one another's before she lunged for your neck.

You gasped, moaned out the pleasure built up inside of you. Both arms dropping over her shoulders as the pain ravaged your throat until you could only settle for shallow breaths. And then like the break of a glow stick, the pain released and pleasure spread throughout.

The two of you huffed and panted. Your hips twitched, feeling your ability to maintain composure dwindling to a dull hum.

Alcina was all smiles against you. Kissing gentle patterns over your chest, neck, and face.

With a final kiss, tender and plush with satisfaction, she gathered you up in her arms.

"Let's get you home... I'm not through with you yet."

She was absolutely not joking.

You were becoming much more cognitive by the time you made it back to your apartment, and thankfully so because you would have hated to miss the memory of Alcina's impending prowess.

Even with her brute strength, she managed to rip every article from your body without actually ripping any of them.

Down to nothing but your panties you were now pinned chest first into the bed, hands held above your head, and her sharp teeth sinking into your trapezius.

Pressing all her weight onto you, Alcina relinquished her bite and licked, tracing her tongue from the wound to the lobe of your ear.

"Now that the cat has it's prey... my little mouse... all that's left now is to eat you," she cooed, grinding her pelvis into your ass.

Alcina slowly rose back onto her knees, admiring your figure beneath her, licking her teeth as she descended again to your skin. She bit at your shoulder blades, just below your ribs, and then above your hip where the flesh was plump and full. Her moans mixed with yours, her hands gripping hungrily at your sides. Then, she was flipping you over with one swift motion.

You were completely breathless. A trickle of red was dripping down the plush of Alcina's bottom lip, the crimson there even deeper now that it was tinted with your blood. Her eyes were golden and glowing, leaving a shudder of anticipation rumbling within you. Oh fuck, you thought, I hope if I get to choose my death, it gets to be her.

Stunning was a paling word to describe you. Alcina had to pause and study you; naked. Trembling. Flushed. Eager. Needful.

All of it hers.

She hadn't tasted enough of you. Lowering her mouth again she bit just below your jaw, at your clavicle, kissing her way between your breasts, nuzzling her nose into the plump roundness before taking the underside into her mouth. The ease at which her teeth sunk in made her eyelids flutter. Feeling your ribcage under her flat palms gasp for breath, pressing your breast further into her mouth, made her moan. She moved lower, kissing and licking as she went over your fluttering stomach, finding the peak of your hip bone and taking one last bite while holding you down into the mattress.

You whined. Every bite ached and burned, stung, yet a crashing wave of euphoria was quickly replacing it. Alcina was resting her cheek on your lower stomach, her hands gently caressing your sides as she, too, came down from her high. You had closed your eyes and took a weak hand and combed through her raven tresses.

What bliss.

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