She was confined to the cell downstairs, at least until it was time for Jaia to feed and she smiled at the sight of Kai, who in order to save his brother, had allowed himself to be captured by the spell of her blood.
"Kai…" she crooned through the glass, pressing herself close.
He glared at her and pointed to his ears which were again stuffed with wool.
She pouted and the sight of his body tensing at the tragic sight of her disappointment was delicious.
"Etani," Jaia said, hovering near the hatch and she smiled at his slow, deep breaths of the air that carried her hypnotic, erotic scent.
She crossed to the hatch and lowered herself to her knees, her eyes meeting his through the square opening.
"It would be more fun if you came in Jaia," she teased and watched his pupils dilate but he shook his head.
This wasn't nearly as fun when they were prepared and she stuck her arm through the opening.
The feeling of his hand so gentle on her arm made her skin tingle and the bite, while painful, felt wonderful.
Her blood had replenished enough that he was able to feed, though he took more to compensate for the tainted blood that still lingered in her veins.
He pushed himself back when he was done and Kai was quick to replace him. She only watched Kai, curious about him. He was an exceptionally intelligent man, young when he had been turned and he seemed both captivated by her and utterly repulsed. It fascinated her, especially when he had taken so little interest in her as a woman before.
"So Kai, what do you make of your Varling?" she said gently, her eyes lingering on the wool bud in his ear.
He fed slowly, drawing it out but finally he let her go and she withdrew her arm, the hatch closed and the two men sat, looking at the wall and riding the high that was her blood.
"Varling..." Kai breathed as she watched them, licking her lips as she imagined her teeth sinking into Jaia's throat.
The thought startled her slightly and she wondered where it had come from.
Neither of them said any more on the subject and they left her alone once more, waiting out the time it would take for the bloodlust and sexual lust her change had caused in her to fade.
She had started to get hungry after the third day, her calls ignored until finally she kicked the glass and the loud crack had Jaia appearing, his eyes tracing the long cracks that had formed.
He breathed a slow sigh and approached the hatch but she shook her head, her lips turning up into a smile.
"Come on Jaia, come in here with me. I'll be gentle."
His reaction was immediate and he shuddered, closing his eyes to keep his head clear.
They couldn't let her die, they both knew it and he was left with no other choice if she refused to feed.
Opening the door, he was immediately hit with the scent of her, a low growl escaping his lips.
Smiling, she approached him and her fingers found his waist, slow and gentle as she pushed up, exposing the hard stomach he had worked for in life.
He caught her hands, pushing them down and met her eyes.
"You're only getting blood," he whispered, but she could feel what he wanted, his groin was pressed against her hip.
Making a soft sound of disappointment, her hand traced up over his chest to his neck and snaked up and around, drawing him down to her height.
He didn't protest when her lips found his, the kiss slow and gentle, broken after a moment.
His breathing was ragged when she moved away and her nose brushed his throat, her lips and then the double point of her teeth.
***
His skin melted under her bite like butter and he moaned at the sensation, his hands dropping to her lower back, clutching the stiff fabric of her vest.
She sucked on the wound and his blood flooded her system, her growl of satisfaction sounding loud in the still room and his hands dropped to her rear, lifting her off her feet.
Her legs went around him and he staggered to the bed, dropping onto it with her in his lap, latched onto him and drinking heavily.
She could feel his arousal under her, the tension that was his restraint as he tried his utmost to keep from doing what his instincts told him to do. Shifting, she knelt over his lap and drew back from the bite, her tongue warm and wet on his neck as she licked away the trickle of blood that formed.
His hands had slipped up under the back of her vest, feeling the skin of her lower back and she sighed, delighting in the feeling
Her nose brushed his, nudging playfully as she leant against him, her hands resting on his shoulders and her grin feral
"Don't you want me Jaia?" she whispered, her lips only an inch from his.
He nodded helplessly and she brought her lips down on his, his blood tainting the kiss.
His self-control snapped when her nails bit into his shoulders.
Gripping her roughly, he moved and her back slammed against the wall, his entire body pressing into hers as she enclosed him in her legs.
Their kiss was passion and need yet it didn't last long. He broke from her and sank his teeth into her throat, her cry one of pain and pleasure.
Versalis found them there against the wall, Jaia pressed against her with his mouth at her throat, blood smeared over her lips and chin.
Her eyes met his and she frowned as he pulled something from his pocket and opened the door.
Distracted by a second bite, Jaia froze at a scuff and she let go of him even as he turned, protecting her from this new threat that interrupted their pleasure.
Lifting the device, a bolt of light jumped from him to Jaia and the vampire dropped to the ground.
Eyebrows lifting, her hands went up in a show of surrender, Versalis narrowing his eyes at her before he reached down and dragged the unconscious vampire from the cell, locking it securely behind him.
His eyes never left her and hers never left him, hunger dancing in his every step but he knew better than to give in.
Her racing thoughts began to calm after another day of sitting in the cell by herself, her mood calming and she felt her senses dulling only a tiny fraction, but she knew what they meant by keeping her there.
She had been what the humans had feared long ago, the Vampire of legend who killed indiscriminately in an orgy of sex and violence. She had to wonder if that legend hadn't been a Varling set loose on the world.
She didn't know and she made a mental note to ask the twins at some point, but they were avoiding her.
It had been curious that Versalis hadn't become addicted to her blood as the twins did, but perhaps one round of trying to turn her had set him straight for life. It had taken two vampires to change her.
It was Versalis who visited her when her body had calmed and he still looked shocked at the form of her sitting there, looking bored and swinging her legs to watch them move.
"Etani?" he asked and when she looked up, his breath caught. "I suppose that won't dull," he breathed
Her brows lifted and she gave a hint of a smile.
"Disappointed?" she asked and he shook his head. Her smile made him bite his lip and he moved for the door, opening it and inhaling.
The scent of her was softer now that she had used up the blood that had filled her and he breathed a soft sigh of relief, opening the door fully and sweeping his hand out.
Pushing herself to her feet, she found him watching her every move and shaking his head in disbelief.
"I don't think they created a Varling, I think they created a Goddess," he breathed and as she passed, she traced her fingers over his jaw and swept from the room, leaving him engorged and wanting.