Blood Rising

by A M Proctor

  His hand stroked down the leading edge of my wing. It felt as if he was touching something vulnerable and secret. My wing trembled under his touch and I giggled and shifted away, giving my wings a shake. “That tickles.”

  He smiled gently. “It’s all right to feel protective of your wings. Especially around me.”

  I slipped my arms around his waist. “You… are the last person I need to protect myself from, Mason.”

  He slid his arms around my shoulders, and I moved my hands to cup his face. He let me pull him down for a kiss. His large mouth was gentle and tentative as he kissed me back. Mason was a quick learner when it comes to kissing. I loved how he’d try something, move away, evaluate my response and then try it again. It made me respond more demonstratively when he did something I liked.

  So when his leathery wings came forward and wrapped around me, I moaned against his mouth. When they stroked down my wings tucked tightly behind me, I shivered all over. His heavy cock grew slowly as he kissed me. He pulled back and said in the low gravelly voice of his. “I want to see your body.”

  I opened my eyes and found his golden gaze. “Of course.”

  Knowing that Mason had issues with… well, just about everything from sharing me with other people to being indoors and feeling trapped. He craved privacy most of all. It’s why he flew me so far away the first time he shifted into his fae form.

  Learning how to accept a loving touch made him feel vulnerable in a way he’d never experienced before. Wanting to give a loving touch was worse. It’s why he wrapped us in the privacy of his wings when we kissed.

  I led him to the backyard. There was a patio with a large, covered day bed close to the house and tucked away in the huge hedges. It was very private, and the gauzy material that covered the bed gave it a romantic feel. The bed was covered with pillows and soft blankets. It was big enough to fit six normal sized people. I just hoped it was sturdy enough for a well-muscled gargoyle.

  I tucked my wings inside me before I undressed for Mason. He watched with an intensity that both frightened and thrilled me. He didn’t touch me as I expected when my top came off. He merely drank me in with his gaze. The cotton linen pants I was wearing dropped to the ground, and I pulled the gauzy flap back from the bed for him.

  His gaze lingered on my legs as he passed me and moved onto the bed. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do. He laid on his side facing me, his hand cradling his cheek as he leaned on his elbow. The low bed was holding up under his heavy frame.

  He stopped me before I laid down next to him. “Wait. Just let me look at you for a moment longer.”

  I smiled down at him as I stood on the edge of the pillows. His golden eyes slid slowly down my body like he was memorizing every inch of me. Well, he was a watcher by nature. I turned slowly, allowing him enough time to view me from all different angles. He took a shuttering breath as I faced him fully once more.

  “I want to feel your skin, female.”

  I slowly lowered myself down on the pillows next to him and laid on my back. His large, calloused hand touched my collar bone gently. He traced it towards my neck, and I bared my throat to him. His breath hitched as he gasped at my movement. I met his gaze as he traced my jugular vein, but he was fixated on my racing pulse.

  Why was my heart beating so rapidly? Why was my stomach all aflutter? His hand trembled as he traced down my shoulder and arm. His gaze following his hand, heavy with desire. His featherlight touch moved to my side as he moved it up and traced around my breast. My girls were almost fully weaned now and yet milk beaded on my nipples as they hardened.

  He moved closer as his finger traced over my nipple, collecting the moisture. My breath hitched, and his gaze jerked to my face. “Did I hurt you?”

  My voice was hoarse. “No. It feels… nice.”

  He asked, “May I kiss your skin?”

  I was breathing heavily now. “Yes.”

  His breath fanned my breast as he moved closer. He pressed a kiss on the peak of my nipple and backed off a bit to observe it. Then he moved in close again. Another kiss, but this time he dragged his lips back and forth over the peak. My breath hitched, and my legs parted. All of which did not go unnoticed by the watcher.

  I reached up to run my fingers through his hair, but he caught my wrist and placed it back down on the bed beside me.

  “This is my time to touch.”

  I moaned, “You’re driving me mad with need.”

  He cocked his head to gaze back at my face. “How do I soothe you?”

  I guided his lips back to my breast. “Suck me gently, Mason.”

  His mouth opened and took the tip between his lips. He drew gently on it and I moaned loudly, legs stretching wider. He jerked back as my body offered nourishment to him. Then he moved back in and suckled me with the vigor of a starving man. When he’d drained one side of me, he moved to the other with a long moan. Suckling the other breast until it too had nothing more to give.

  He lavished long licks on my nipples afterwards. Mason’s tongue wasn’t as rough as a cat’s, but it wasn’t remotely human either. At this point my pussy was throbbing, and my hips were undulating. I pulled his face back to my lips and kissed him deeply with a long moan.

  He pulled back slightly and admitted. “I want to violate you.”

  I moaned, “I need you to touch me, Mason.”

  He cocked his head, and I took his hand and moved it between my legs. His brows drew together slightly as he felt my wetness. Okay, now I understand why Luke said he didn’t enjoy playing with virgins. Mason only had a rudimentary understanding of sex. To him, rape was another part of battle. Giving pleasure to someone else was foreign.

  Just as Luke did for me when I encountered my first uncircumcised cock, I did for Mason as he discovered my pussy. He was eager to learn too. He leaned so close his breath fanned my pussy. I used his hand, allowing him to feel my labia and clit as I explained how my clit was like the tip of his cock. It was sensitive and full of nerve endings. I didn’t bother to go into details.

  When I slid his thick finger inside me, his mouth opened in awe. “This opening will never comfortably fit my genitals inside it.”

  His brows turned down as his gaze found my face. He asked earnestly, “Is coupling painful for you?”

  I moaned as his finger pushed around inside me. “It can be, but my pussy loves to be filled and stretched.”

  He looked down between my legs. “May I kiss you here?”

  I sighed. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  He treated my clit like he treated my nipple. I moaned as he sucked on it. “Oh fuck, Mason. Slide your finger in and out now.”

  Instinctively he added another thick finger as he suckled my clit. My back arched, and he watched my body.

  “Mason. Don’t stop. Fuck! Oh gods, Mason. I’m going to cum.”

  And I did. He told me exactly how my pussy felt to him as it contracted around his fingers.

  The flat licks he gave me after my orgasm had him purring as I jumped and jerked. He watched each reaction as he licked me. I moaned when he curled his tongue over my clit. Those golden eyes watched me as he stroked me to peak once more. This time I had to beg him to stop because he just kept going.

  He lay down on his side next to me and said, “I didn’t know giving you pleasure would make me feel… need.”

  I opened my eyes with a wide, blissful smile stuck on my face. “I can fix that.”

  His gaze widened. “You want me to violate you now?”

  I gave a half laugh and threw caution to the wind. “Violate away, Mason.”

  He moved with confidence as he rolled me to my stomach and lifted my ass up and towards his awaiting cock. When he pressed into the wrong hole I shouted, “Wait!”

  He froze, and I offered, “Maybe… I should violate you.”

  He lowered me back to the bed slowly and asked, “How would you do that?”

  I rolled over to face him. “Lay down on your back.” His brows knitte
d together in confusion, but he trusted me and did as I asked.

  I straddled him and rubbed my pussy up and down his shaft slowly. He stiffened and then let out a low moan.

  I asked, “Does that feel good?”

  He nodded, and I lifted slightly and reached between us. His gaze fixated on his cock as I lifted him up and carefully lowered myself down. He was pretty big, and I watched his face tighten a bit as he pressed inside me.

  I slid down his shaft slowly and settled on his hips. He went still, not even breathing. I waited as I watched his face, and he waited, watching mine.

  The walls of my vagina lit up as I moved back up, slowly sliding him out and then back in. It felt so good I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I savored the feeling of him, stretching me, filling me, stimulating me as I rode him slowly. He was making the most delicious moans and gasps under me. I wanted to ride him like this all night.

  Soon his moans became mixed with growls, whines and grunts as he writhed under me. I reached down and played with my clit. Fuck, he was wide… all over. It stretched my lips open, my clit pulled tight. My orgasm crept through me as I ground down on his cock, rocking him back and forth.

  He started growling. My eyes flashed up expecting him to be looking at a threat, but his narrowed gaze was leveled on me. My heart rate leapt, but my voice was firm. “No growling.”

  The growling stopped, but he said tightly, “Ride me female.”

  I remained watchful as I obeyed his stressed command. He peeled his lips off his canines and growled, “Harder.”

  I moved faster on him. He growled his frustration. “I need… need…”

  He flipped us over in a swift movement that cause me to shout in surprise. His hand slipped under my ass, lifting me as he rose on his knees. Then he pumped into me with a snarl.

  I responded with a whimper. This only encouraged him to fuck me harder. He had one hand under my ass, using it to slam my pussy against his pelvis as he thrust into me.

  His other hand had my ankle gripped tightly and pulled up by his shoulder. He leaned back and roared as he slammed me against his cock harder and harder, faster and faster. His wings slowly lifted behind him as he drew closer to orgasm. He was growling again, but I was too busy grunting and groaning as my pussy came all over him. She was waving the white flag. I surrender! I surrender! You win!

  His roar started from his chest, growling it’s way up and out as he peaked. He used both hands on my hips to hold me against his cock as it kicked and filled me with seed. He pushed a few deep strokes and roared again as his cock pulsed wildly inside me. With each ejaculation his wings would lift slightly, then they’d shutter and lower only to lift again as he came once more.

  I reached up and clawed my way up his body and wrapped my arms around his thick neck. His canines were bared, so I kissed his jaw as he pushed me down on his cock over and over.

  My legs wrapped around his hips and he groaned and fell backwards. He stayed inside me as he panted and relaxed. I listened to his heartbeat as I pressed my cheek to his wide chest. His cock, no longer thick and hard, still felt good inside me.

  I smoothed my hands over the muscles in his chest and shoulders, enjoying our connection. He was so big that I needed to slide off his cock to kiss him. His hand came up, gripped my hips and pushed me back down on his cock even as he gasped at the sensitivity of it.

  “Let me stay inside you.”

  I pressed a kiss to his chest as his large hands smoothed up and down my back. We spent the rest of the night connected like this. When he grew inside me, I rode him. Watching him learn how to accept his orgasm without the need to dominate his partner was simply beautiful. By the end of the night, he’d come a long way in learning the art of lovemaking.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Party of Gods

  We’d taken the dress that Ryzier created for me when he took me to the Fae Realm and altered it. We added black satin to the dark purple gauzy skirts. Jah created cut outs in the bodice and added the remnants of black satin underneath. Ryzier’s original dress was beautiful. Our additions enhanced the original design, accentuated my figure, and gave it another level of cool.

  Feeling beautiful and stylish, I struck out through the woods early towards the village and Atalanta’s dinner party. Mason trailed behind me in gargoyle beast form as usual. He wouldn’t dare to enter the palace, but there’s no way Mason was letting me walk the half mile in these woods alone. Honestly, I loved his silent company.

  I eyed the high walls that surrounded the small village and large palace as I walked to the gates. Few guards stood sentinel on the stone barrier. They looked bored as they lounged in the torchlight of their towers. The front gates were open as usual, but the streets were quiet in the evening light. Most of the people already home with their families.

  Maybe that’s where I should be too. Atalanta finally admitted that this dinner party was in my honor. She’d finally caved to the pressure of presenting her new friend, Queen of Vampires. My nerves were getting the better of me.

  I’ve always had anxiety about arriving at a party by myself. I felt uncomfortable, even with a huge gargoyle padding along silently behind me. Safe as fuck, but uncomfortable as hell.

  Who would be there? Was I late or early? Gods, I hoped I was early. Atalanta never specified a time, so I came as soon as the sun set. Was I overdressed? Underdressed? Oddly dressed? Maybe I should have done my hair in a full updo? Instead, I left the back down, only allowing Rah to braid my long bangs back.

  I’d practically hidden in the manor house since my arrival, so what did I even know about socializing with gods, goddesses and deities? What if I made some goddess social mistake and embarrassed Atalanta? What the hell am I doing here? I should just go back to the manor house. Can I get a way with a stomach flu excuse now that I’m a vampire?

  I turn around and come face to face with Mason’s huge scary lion dragon face. He exhales and blows my hair back off my shoulders. His breath is hot and whatever he ate recently isn’t agreeing with him. I glare up into his glowing red eyes.

  He steps back and gives me the cutest cooing sound. He thinks I hung the moon. The soft look in his crazy monster eyes tell me he thinks I’m the most beautiful anxiety ridden, blood sucking goddess here.

  I take a deep breath and plaster the biggest fake smile on my face as the heavy wooden door opens behind me. My smile falters only slightly as I regard the door man instead of Atalanta. Of course she has a butler.

  “Uh, hi? I’m Nevaeh?”

  Great. Not only do I feel like a teenager attending her first high school party alone, I sound like one too. Maybe I need to complete the look and twirl my finger in my hair as I strike a cute pose.

  The butler steps back, inviting me inside. I glance back at Mason. He’d already found a perch and turned to stone. What was I expecting from Mr. Antisocial? Mr. You Can’t Dress Me Up Because I’m a Nudist. I roll my eyes at him, hoping he’s paying attention.

  Atalanta’s home is exactly what I expected it to be. An opulent palace filled with taxidermied mythological animals that she probably killed herself. Colorful murals covered entire walls framed by exquisite marble statues probably of gods and goddesses I didn’t know, but should since I live here now. The soft music of a lyre reached my ears before the lull of polite conversation.

  My eyes confirmed my tardiness as the room full of mingling strangers turned to view the lone newcomer. My face is surely a mask of horror right now. These people are all dressed in white. Was this a white party, and no one told me? Eyes slowly took in my purple and black dress. Disdain? Horror? Apathy? Who the fuck knew because I was completely inside myself cringing.

  Thank gods Atalanta broke free of the thirty some guests and rushed forward to greet me. This was not the few friends, quaint, dinner party I’d prepared for. This was a full on, invite all the upstanding members of society party.

  After the cordial, kiss, kiss cheek thing I whispered, “I didn’t know I was supposed
to wear white.”

  Atalanta lightly laughed my anxiety ridden nerves off with a wave of her hand. “Darling, you are the guest of honor. You could have come naked, and they’d still fawn over you as if you were wearing the most expensive gown here.”

  She laced her arm in mine, picked up a crystal flute of champagne and passed it to me. I had to stop myself from downing the entire glass. My insides were shaking as I tried to remember names, answer questions and ask some of my own. Some of these names were hard to freaking pronounce, much less remember. I knew none of these deities.

  The little cocktail party was a freaking blur of curious eyes and absurd questions about vampires. Were there rituals involved in my transition? Was my blood drained before I transitioned? What kind of magic did vampires possess? Is it true that a vampire can visit your dreams and drain your blood? Is it true the only way to kill a vampire is to behead him and set him ablaze? Garlic? Holy water from a human Catholic church? What about the Christian god? Have I met Satan? What types of wood paralyze us? What flavor is blood?

  I answered every curious question I could until Atalanta led me away to another group of people and the questions would start all over again. It would have been much easier if I’d jumped on a table and dispelled all the myths with facts to the entire room. Except… public speaking is a hard no for me.

  My body relaxed as dinner was announced and we moved towards a large room with a huge table. They’d be stuffing their faces soon and forget all about me, right?

  Wrong. Several times I’d just taken a bite of the meat offered and have a question asked of me. I’d have to chew while everyone watched me with bated breath. It was horrific.

  The wine slid down my throat as the food just kept coming. Now I had a healthy appetite and loved normal food, but this was ridiculous. Three different soups, four different meats, fruit, vegetables, cakes, pastries, more wine… it just kept coming along with the questions.

  After dinner we retired to yet another room to drink more. That’s when the questions became more personal. Unfortunately for me, Atalanta presented her guests with a special treat to drink. Something she called Mead of the Gods. It was a sweet, golden drink that went down too smoothly.