The Cherished One by Carolyn Faulkner

think she’d ever stop crying, and now she had much more to cry about.  Not only was she alone, but she’d shamed herself and her family by allowing herself to be fondled by someone who intended her – and Dag – harm.  Hell, he’d already told her that he was the reason she was alone, and yet she’d let him crawl into her pants anyway.  She’d never thought of herself as a slut, but it was beginning to look like she would win the prize.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    She’d never been the one night stand kind of girl.  All of the men she’d been involved with she’d been most thoroughly involved with.  They might not have been the “till death do us part” kind of relationships, but she could no more have slept with someone she didn’t know than she could have been cruel to an animal.
    Apparently, that had gone out the window, because there he was behind her, with his arm still wrapped around her waist, dead to the world – in more ways than one.
    She’d never let herself be led around by her clit, and she didn’t intend to now.  Fawna tried to throw back the covers and get out of bed, but the arm around her waist prevented her from doing so.  It was like a manacle around her tummy, and it seemed to be contracting.
    “Let me go.”
    Instead of gaining her freedom, her words had the exact opposite effect. 
    She found herself rolled with very depressing ease, so that she was beneath him.  Her pajamas seemed to disappear from her body.  Fawna didn’t have time to consider if this was another one of his gifts before she found her legs spread wide, knees folded back towards her shoulders, and his raging erection pressed against the entrance to her body.  She could feel how large he was – at least as big as Dag, who was extremely well endowed – maybe even more so.  It seemed to be a thing with vampires.  Lose the ability to walk in sunlight, but end up hung like a horse.  Most men would have a hard time turning that one down.
    Fawna had deliberately kept herself very tight by doing several different types of exercises, which Dag had appreciated enormously, and it had ratcheted up the pleasure for the both of them.  But that had been Dag.  This was Max, and she didn’t want him inside her at all.  She wished she’d kept herself tight enough to deny him entry entirely.
    “Max –no– please!”  About this, she was definitely not above begging, especially since she was very concerned that she would end up enjoying this, as she had been forced to enjoy last night.
    “There wasn’t much forcing going on last night, petite.”
    “Don’t call me that!” she fairly screamed at him.
    He considered her for a moment, reading in her mind that that was an endearment his rival used to have for her.  “Sorry.  I didn’t know.”  Max reached between them, wanting to test the waters of her response, wondering if she was at all receptive to him, and his search was well rewarded.  She was as slick now as she had been last night after a long bout of petting.  “Mmmmmmm, buttery,” he groaned, rewarding her by running that slickness up and over her already engorged clit.
    Fawna began to struggle in earnest, but there was precious little she could do against his strength, especially when she was already in such a vulnerable position.  And she was already dangerously close to being driven to that point where all she could see, all she could think about, was that big middle finger of his, rubbing agonizingly slowly up and over the exact middle of herself, from the very bottom to the very top, of that most sensitive spot, lazily, as if he hadn’t a care in the world, but inexorably dragging it up to the top, then slowly down to the bottom, then making the return trip.  And nothing she did, no position change, no contortion, no bend or jerk seem to knock him off course because he had her locked down tight, unable to do much beyond breathe more and more heavily, and endure the rising tide of her own