27. Spread your legs, bunny.

**Ocean**

I hate to admit this, but there's something about Kieran and his ways. I mean, I admit that it's been both terrifying and exciting to stand around him, and the things he shows me seem like something out of this world.

For years, I couldn't understand the importance and pleasure that comes with intimacy, but this vampire is making those thoughts fade. As rough around the edges as Kieran is, he's opening my eyes to so much more than the life of a slave.

However, now that I face him, I can't swallow the lump forming in my throat. Kieran's predatory gaze takes me in, from head to toes, as if I'm the only trophy he wants.

Gulping, I give up fighting and let my body slide down the enormous tree. My eyes travel up his body, instinctively avoiding the bulge forming behind his zipper until our gazes meet and that blinding bright smile spreads across Kieran's lips.

"I-I'm supposed to t-touch myself?" I strutter as a cold shiver travels down my spine. If anyone, Kieran should notice the confusion in my eyes. If he ever wants me to do anything, he'll have to guide me.

The massive man bends to his knees and brings his hand to my cheek, holding my face, so I don't look away.

The brothers are so different; sometimes, I still wonder how it's possible. To live side by side with someone and still stay as you are must be hard. But then again, how would I know if a change is a human thing, vampires are as human as their looks allow them to appear, so there's no saying how their habits or nature works.

The nature of a cold-hearted killer. How can someone like Kieran have that look in his eyes while he's studying my face? I'm sure he doesn't want to portray emotions, but I see them. I see them all- the worry and uncertainty he's hiding warms my heart. A killer or not, there is a part of Kieran that genuinely cares for me.

I bite my bottom lip as my eyes focus on his tongue, running across his bottom lip.

"Do you need my guidance, bunny?" Kieran whispers.

I can't wrap my mind around this, but his voice isn't so full of self-confidence anymore. Usually, he's the one to run around and bark commands, but in the Arena, it seems that both of us are vulnerable.

I can't trust my words anymore, so I nod.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "Listen bunny, I need words for answers from now on, okay? Even if it seems hard, speak up and tell me what you need. I don't enjoy guessing games as much as I enjoy the chase." I watch his mouth move, but I can't grasp the words that leave those beautiful lips.

Did he hypnotise me or do whatever vampires do to lure in their victims? Why, all of a sudden, is it so damn hot in here, and I can't force down the things I feel?

My heart skips a beat as I register what is it that I want. Lust has to be the reason why my mind is clouded because I want nothing but Kieran's hands all over my body right this instant.

"O-okay," I whisper under my breath as another, way colder, shiver runs down my spine. Whatever Kieran is doing to me, I don't think I could resist his spell any longer.

I focus on Kiera's Addam's apple bob as he swallows and grins. "Strip."

The gentle undertone in his voice disappears with no trace as Kieran's eyes focus on my body. This man can flip the switch like no other person could- the care, the fear and worry fade as soon as he can get things his way. Or people.

My hands shake as I follow his command.

First, I get back to my feet, then I avert my gaze to my feet and slowly reach for the first button.

Kieran's hand grabs my wrist. "No, look at me while you undress. Focus your eyes on mine, and for fuck's sake, make me believe that you want me to see every shape and form of your body." The desperation hiding in his voice doesn't go unnoticed.

I can't believe that a vampire is standing before me, unknowingly begging me to want him. To want everything that would have to do with him.

"Okay," I whisper again and look up at him as Kieran lets go of my wrist.

I didn't expect it, but Kieran's eyes never leave mine, even to steal a glance as I undress. This is the most vulnerable I've been in years- the feeling reminds me of the auction, but those emotions were a wide variety of everything bad, while Kieran makes me feel everything but that.

I drop the last piece of clothing next to my feet and close my eyes to take a deep breath. Absolutely bare, no layers to hide behind, in the mercy of a vampire.

When I don't feel his hands on me, I look at Kieran. He managed to take a step back while his eyes do exactly what he implied he'd do- they take me in with nothing but raw lust. Every shape, form and curve.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Kieran mumbles, probably more to himself, yet he's not making a move.

He wants me to touch myself- I wonder how he meant it. Am I supposed to perform another private dance, or would he encourage me to jump headfirst into the unknown? Either way, I'm sure only about one thing- Kieran has no pure thoughts on his mind; whatever we're up to, it's going to be something sinful and probably blindingly hot.

After a couple of minutes, he snaps out of the daze and grins, taking off some of his own clothes. I take a step back; my back hits the tree. It can't be that he's planning to do something more before I'm ready, is it?

My eyes follow Kieran as he aligns his clothes on the ground until they remind me of a blanket. "What are you doing?" The question escapes my lips before I register I've said anything.

Kiera's eyes snap back to me, and a wide grin spreads across his lips. "I'm preparing a place where you can lie down; I wouldn't want all those rocks and bits to hurt you. I haven't forgotten that you're a human, bunny. No matter how big of a monster you take me for, I take care of those who are close and important to me. I asked you to touch yourself, it wouldn't be the most exciting experience if you were standing or bits of the forest kept poking your skin as soon as you sat down, would it?"

He makes so much sense; every time this man opens his mouth, he has an answer to give me. Is it because of his age and experiences that he's so smart? One of these days, if I live for long enough, I'll get Kieran to talk. Sooner or later, I'll earn his trust and find out more about his life and hopefully the secrets he's carrying.

Kieran reaches out his hand for me, and I don't think twice to grab it. He pulls me closer, but not as close as I wish he would. Even when I'm confused or scared, the feeling fades as soon as Kieran pulls me into his embrace, but he won't now. I wonder why.

"Lie down and do what I tell you to, just follow my lead, trust me- you'll enjoy it just as much as I'll enjoy watching you."

I do as told and lie down on my back. Kieran takes my previous place, leans against the tree and steals another quick once-over.

The man is gorgeous if that's the word I can use describing a man. Unlike other vampires, Kieran's skin is darker, as if it's been kissed by the sun. The smile that appears on his lips relatively rarely blinds my senses, and all I want to do is watch Kieran smile till the end of my days. And then, there's his body. I've never been attracted to bodies, but this one is hard to resist. I want to run my fingertips over his muscles, outline every shape, and run my fingers through his thick hair.

Kieran notices my hesitation and winks at me. He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Spread your legs, bunny."

The command is short and clear as nothing, but all I can do is stare at him as if Kieran grew another head. I mean, who'd know, maybe the downstairs head just grew a neighbour. God, what the Hell am I thinking about? Such thoughts shouldn't cross my mind; he's a vampire, after all.

"Trust me, bunny, I won't touch you. All you have to do is follow my commands and enjoy yourself. You won't regret this, so don't make me repeat myself; I hate it. Spread your legs."

I nod and do as told. The position I lay in is intimate, far too intimate for my liking. I'm letting Kieran see everything, all of me, something no one but me should own.

A low grumble forms in Kieran's chest as he nods. "Good girl. Now, don't shy away from exploring your body. Again, I won't do anything but watch and guide you. Learn what you enjoy, find the spots that make you go crazy, explore the pleasure you can give yourself. I'll take notes," Kieran winks at me.

My lips part and my eyes widen. Take notes? Take notes? Since when, and why is he taking notes? Of what? Of the things, he'll make me do, or the possibilities of something I might enjoy? What's the purpose of this show? Obviously, it wasn't to let me leave this place, but something tells me that neither is the thing we're doing now. It's like Kieran's acting on an impulse, like a human, but he wouldn't admit that.

"Don't look so surprised, bunny. I told you what you're supposed to do; you're just getting a little more details. If it's easier for you, close your eyes and let everything else disappear. It's just you, your hands, body, and my voice." Kieran licks his lips, and something inside me ignites. Like a wildfire spreading through my body at such speed, no forces could stop it.

I let out a breath, nod and close my eyes, focusing on nothing but Kieran's voice. My body might feel as if it's in flames, but it's none of the importance for as long as this man is near, guiding me. And for some reason, I believe him when he says that he wouldn't touch me.

"Your right hand, unclench it. Let your body relax. If you're so tense as you are now, you won't enjoy the little game of tease we're playing here, and neither will I. Breathe, relax and slide your right hand up to your breast, but do it as slow as possible." It's funny how gentle and sensual Kieran's voice appears while he's the one who's telling me what to do. There's no trace of that extreme dominance I know is hiding in him.

Recalling his demand for a verbal response, I lick my lips and put a little more trust in my voice. "W-which breast?" I stutter and nearly give up simply because I sound like a startled animal. I want to appear strong; I want Kieran to see me for who I am, not the scared, cornered human who's wearing a collar that proves his ownership over me. I want this man to see me for more than those things.

"Follow your instinct, bunny. Don't ask me which one, just follow my words. Your right hand on your breast," Kieran nearly whispers as my body relaxes, and I slide my hand up to my breast, hopefully as slowly as he wanted me to. "Cup it, put a little pressure on it, get to know the shape of your breast and enjoy how well it fits in your palm. The softness of your breasts, the tenderness of the skin you've been hiding." Somewhere along with his words, Kieran's voice sounds as if he's holding his breath.

I nod and slowly cup my breast. He's right- it's soft and round, and the skin is tender. It's one of the rare places on my body that isn't covered in hideous scars.

"Your fingers put them in your mouth, lick them, and then trace them back- use your saliva to round your nipples. Feel how hard they get in excitement, how they perk up from a mere touch."

Kieran's voice is as clear as ever, but it feels as if I'm wrapped in a blanket of fog while he speaks. With no hesitation, I bring two fingers to my lips and lick them. Even the low, somewhat animalistic growl emerging from Kieran doesn't startle me.

I cover my fingers in saliva and bring them back to my breast, following every word Kieran gave me. As soon as my cold fingertips collide with the tiny bud of muscles, my breath hitches and I have to suck in some air. A wave of electricity runs through my body as my back arches on instinct.

"So very fucking hot, bunny."