The Blood Covenant

by Emily Bex

  They circled the room, he on one side, she on the other, and the crowd of people between them. They stalked each other, their eyes locked across the room. There was a sexual tension growing between them, a burning passion building and he could feel it in her body as she moved. Her hips took on a slight sway, the shape of that beautiful ass enhanced with the heels, her gorgeous breasts tightly strapped into the gown, but enough of those lily-white orbs spilling over the top of her dress to keep his eyes glued and his mouth watering.

  She knew what she was doing, tempting him, teasing him, but so did he. The music began to play, and couples danced in a blur in the center of the floor. Their eyes did not see the other dancers, they saw only each other. She liked the man she saw across the room, as he slid his hand through his long black curls and smiled at her. He walked straight for her, slowly, sensuously, deliberately taking his time, his ice-blue eyes boring into her dark brown ones. He didn’t speak. He took her into his arms and began to dance with her. He danced slowly, holding her tight and close, and the gaze she gave him was one of need and unbridled passion, on the edge, begging him to unleash it and take her.

  She came willingly into his embrace as they swayed to the soft sounds of John Mayer singing “I Don’t Trust Myself”.

  Her body melded into his like she was molded perfectly for him and him alone. She was small and delicate compared to his large frame, but somehow, it was perfect, and he could feel her warm and soft against him. Swaying with her to the music as they moved around the large dance floor, they saw no one else. The other people disappeared, and it was just the two of them, bel rosso and her lover. The scent of roses wafted up to him as he twirled her across the dance floor.

  Their dance was an erotic play, her closeness, her scent, the feel of her pressed against him, how his hand fit perfectly in the small of her back. Leaning down, he nuzzled her neck, felt the shiver of excitement slide through her delicate frame. He whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin, “Enough of this game, bel. No more running from me.” Her hands went into his hair, and he softly licked her ear, letting his tongue slide over its shell-like form, and then nibbled the spot on her neck where her vein thumped harder with every heartbeat.

  He felt her body give in to him, wanting him. Her body communicated what her mouth refused to speak. She’d missed him, and wanted to experience him and know his words were true. He could love her like no other and she’d be bereft without him. The music changed as The Scorpions sang “Send Me An Angel”, and the atmosphere became more heated. He pulled her closer, grinding his hips into her, letting her know he wanted exactly what she wanted. There was no denial from either of them. He danced them to the blurred edges of the room where they broke through, dancing slowly to the rhythm that led them down a long empty hallway. He let her lead him, but stayed close to her and then spun her gently and stopped, pushing her back against the wall, grasping her hands and holding them above her head. He pushed his body into hers, kissing her deeply, passionately, leaving her breathless, her eyes half-closed and begging. His lips were close to her ear, his voice hoarse with passion; his whisper a low growl. “You know you want this. Let me show you what no man can ever make you feel.”

  Shade let go of her hands, but she kept them above her head. He slid his hands down her arms, down her sides, burying his head between those glorious breasts and licked her cleavage, nipping softly at her skin. He let his hands slide down her hips, grabbing her firmly and slowly gyrated his hardened cock against her.

  His hands slid down her thighs, as he slipped them under the slit in her gown that reached almost to her hip. He grabbed the edge of the silken material and ripped it all the way to her breasts, letting it fall in a puddle of bloody red silk at her ankles. Her gasp was soft and breathy as she turned her face to the side, her soft pink tongue licking her lips. He grabbed her into his arms, her lacy lingerie all that remained on her body.

  Her fingers greedily unbuttoned his white shirt and her hands slid onto his chest. Her face was so full of passion, ready to be unleashed for him, and he was ready to take it. He placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her, as he leaned over her. He slid his arms down her back, releasing her bra and letting it drop away as his hands moved down her back, bending her backward until she dropped to her knees and then sat on the floor. He lowered himself over her, never breaking the kiss, and let her slide gently to the floor. She would be his in this dream he manufactured for her tonight.

  ***

  As he ripped the gown from her body, the sound of the fabric tearing away excited her. He laid her on the floor, wearing only her lacy underwear, as he laid between her legs, his cock like hardened steel pressing into her, pinning her beneath him. He gripped her wrists, holding her down as if she’d leave...as if she’d struggle. He’d find no struggle here. She had imagined this since the moment he caught her eye and made her stumble over her own words.

  ***

  She responded to him just as he knew she would. He felt her desire to be taken, taking what belonged to him. Gripping her hands hard above her head, he lowered his head and nipped at her neck and breasts, suckling each nipple, he teased her with his tongue, and then nipped them hard, pulling at her nipples with his lips. Her hips responded and he pressed his weight down hard to keep her from moving beneath him. Keeping her hands above her head, his tongue explored further down her belly, dipping into the concave of her belly button, swirling it round and round.

  Letting go of her hands, she didn’t resist but tangled them in her crimson silk, and he stared at the beauty of her lust unleashed. He removed his jacket and ripped off his shirt as buttons flew in every direction. Sliding his body down hers, he could smell her heat, wet and dripping and it belonged to him. He easily ripped away her panties, his eyes traveling to hers and their wide-eyed wanting told him all he needed to know.

  He nipped hard on the tender white flesh of her inner thigh. He felt her body jolt and heard the soft moan escape her lips with the gentle erotic pain from his bite and knowledge of what was to come. Lifting his body slightly, he licked the soft bud that peeped out from her sex and felt her body quiver undeniably. Taking that tender bud between his teeth, he rolled it gently, sucking and probing, stoking the passion that lay just below the surface. Feeling her legs wrap around his shoulders, his fingers glide along those swollen, sweet, wet petals as he slid two fingers inside her and felt her muscles pull and tug for more. Thrusting his fingers into her several times, he slowly pulled them free and slid them into his mouth, sucking her glorious honey from his fingers before burying his head between her legs. The desire to be inside her was building and it was killing him with need and passion. She belonged to him, and this was his.

  Controlling her dream state, he didn’t let her cum for him, but took her to the highest peaks before tumbling and felt her body shake with the need to let go. When she came for him, it would shake her to the very core of her soul, rattle her from her immobilized state, and bring her home to him to have for all eternity. His tongue probed deep into her sex until she was writhing with want. He pulled out and ran his tongue over that sweet nub that was hardened and pulsing.

  He stood over her and stripped off his pants. His cock stood at attention and he saw her eyes feast on the monster that now belonged to only her, the steel sword that would claim her as his own. Kicking off his shoes, he towered above her, his chest sweaty and broad. His thighs were thick muscle and he knelt to the floor between her legs. Sliding his hands under her ass and up her back, he lifted her upright against his chest and slide her down just above his cock and felt her body wiggle, aching to be riding him. He kissed her breasts, suckled them, and devoured the white beauty as her crimson hair tangled over his face. He moaned as he lowered her onto his cock. She wanted to be taken, owned, and loved. He read her thoughts. She went in her dreams where she feared to go in reality. Her gasp was music to his ears and then she moaned long and hard as her body adjusted to the sword that had found its targ
et. She threw back her head and he watched as she gave herself up completely to him. He thrusts his hips upwards, gripping her tight sweet ass and began the slow motion ride of passionate love.

  Taking her to the highest levels of erotic pleasure and then down again, he was lost in her, lost in the passion she gave in return. Watching her face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen as she rode him unabashed, her passion spilling from every pore of her body. Laying her back softly on the floor, his cock buried deep inside her, she wrapped her legs tightly around his narrow hips as he pounded her hard and deep, his body responding fast, but he tapped it back down.

  He wanted her to cum in an explosion of sensations unlike anything she’d ever felt before. He thrust deep before he pulled the head of his cock to the edge of her sweet sex then paused, before thrusting again, over and over, until he could feel her body’s need for release. She gripped his shoulders and lifted her hips to meet his thrusting and it almost did him in. He watched the small trail of sweat trickle down her brow and he leaned down and licked the salty liquid from her forehead, letting it roll across his tongue.

  He felt his heart racing and his breathing increased as he held back the beast inside him and the volcano of passion her body had built. He nuzzled into her neck as he felt her legs tighten around his hips. He stopped moving, still buried deep inside her, and felt her muscles clamping and releasing his cock on their own volition.

  He whispered in a deep growl, demanding his due. “Cum for me, mi amore, give me what you crave.”

  He felt her body ignite one last time, and he went deep and hard, thrusting into her and felt her orgasm, as his own thundered through his body and he called out, “Mine!”

  ***

  He gripped her body, held her firm, and controlled her response to him. He led her where he wanted her, pushing her body’s response. He wasn’t making love to her. He was claiming her, owning her. When he paused in his relentless pounding to whisper 'cum for me' she was already on the edge, she’d been on the edge because he’d held her there, and she exploded with him. Riding the waves of ecstasy his body gave as she clung to him, clutching and clawing at him, her legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him deeper still, as the orgasm sent her spiraling out of control.

  She could hear him scream out ‘Mine’, and she heard another loud cry, and realized it was her voice she heard. The orgasm didn’t stop, but continued to roll through her, heart pounding, gasping for air as her hands gripped his hair, and her hips continued to ride him in this orgasm without end. She felt every cell in her body come alive with him as the sensation gradually faded, and she was left gasping for air.

  ***

  Kate awoke with a start and found her head was thrown back on the pillow, her heart racing, her body covered in sweat as she gripped the sheets in both hands, and the sound of her moans still ringing in her ears. She sat upright, looking around her bed.

  That was not a dream. Not a dream! She was still breathing heavily, gulping in air as her body still tingled from his touch. With a shaky hand, she knocked the clock off the bedside table as she turned on the lamp by her bed, and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

  She tried to stand, and the muscles in her legs were shaking. She walked on unsteady feet to the bathroom and flipped on the light switch, turned on the cold water and splashed it on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was tousled, and her lips were swollen and puffy like they’d been kissed long and hard.

  She ran her fingertips across her lips, as she became aware of the tenderness between her legs. Her brain felt scrambled as she tried to sort out what had happened.

  It felt real...so real...How could I have a dream that feels more vivid than anything I’ve experienced in my waking hours? Her hand trembled as she flipped off the light and she walked back to her bed, the sheets wrinkled and tumbled, as she climbed in, and fell back asleep, wanting him again already.

  ***

  When he felt her cum for him, he knew she was his mate, the one he’d never go without, the one he’d die for, breathe for, live for, and kill for. He felt her relax beneath him. He quickly left her dream and teleported back to the penthouse; naked, sated, and watched from the window.

  He smiled, like a greedy mongrel, and he did it without regret. She couldn’t believe what had happened to her, but all the signs were there on her body. He watched her drift back to sleep and he teleported back into her condo and watched her slumber. She tossed softly, and sweet moans told him she still dreamt of him. He ran his hands through her crimson and kissed her cheek gently.

  “You belong to me, mi amore. Come back to me now, we are done playing this game. I want you, I need you, and I have only begun to love you.”

  Feeling the heat of the rising sun, he teleported back to his penthouse. He closed the blackout drapes and barred the door. He flopped onto the bed to await the death slumber that would steal him away from her. He hated this feeling, knowing she was now vulnerable and he couldn’t come to her aid in the sunlight hours.

  He vowed in their next encounter, he’d reveal all to her, all that he was and that he was capable of loving her as she deserved, for all eternity. “You belong to me, Kate Reese. Ti amo, mi amore, per sempre.”

  16

  Kate was reeling from the dream. Everything about it felt real, like the rose petals she’d found in her bed. Yet she knew he hadn’t been here. It had been a few days, and she couldn’t shake the memory of it and wasn’t sure she even wanted to. Still, she hadn’t called him.

  She had an invitation to Rissa’s annual Halloween party. It was the one event Rissa actually did invite her to every year. It was costume-required. She knew if she went, she’d probably see him and she felt torn. There was a part of her that wanted to run back to him, hoping he’d be there. And then there was another part of her brain that said this was a dangerous man, steer clear.

  She always felt like a third wheel at this party anyway. Most of the people there would be couples, and not just couples, but high-brow couples from the social elite of Washington. Kate hated going to events where everyone was already paired off, talking about their kids’ soccer games, last week’s polo match, and carpooling.

  She was beginning to lose faith in the whole idea of romantic love and had decided it only existed between the pages of books or on the big screen in the movies. She talked to Shannon, who was pushing her to go. Shan thought she had acted too rashly about Shade, that she should give him another chance. That she should make her own decisions about him and not be influenced by Rissa. And then there was that dream. Her face turned red, and she could feel the heat creeping up her neck.

  She decided, at the last minute, she’d go to the party. She told herself she’d just make an appearance and then slip away unnoticed. But now she needed a costume. She’d waited too late to buy anything. Maybe she could just put a costume together from stuff she already owned. Digging through her closet, she found a very short black dress, which she’d worn to rock concerts. The dress was all straps and buckles across the bodice. She had some biker boots that also had a lot of straps and buckles. There was a black wig she’d bought to cover her red hair when she would travel alone in Asia because it helped her blend in. She found some black lace stockings in the lingerie drawer and ripped a few holes in them. This would do, throw on some Goth make-up, and voila...a costume.

  The entire time she was dressing, he was in her head. Or maybe she should say Rissa was in her head, Rissa’s warnings about him, the fact he was a major player, a ladies’ man, a heart-breaker, the stuff about the rough sex...and a vampire. Really? A vampire? This was the 21st century!

  Kate had no doubts about his past with women. She was sure there’d been many, and he had admitted as much. The rough sex? The memory of the dream flashed through her head again. That wasn’t rough sex, but there was a savagery about it, something primal and urgent, but still a dream, her imagination taking over.

  She shook her head, trying to remove the pic
tures in her brain, but they were indelibly etched there. They taunted her, teased her, and lured her. Kate hadn’t had enough time with him to know if those claims about him were true, or whether it was just Rissa trying to scare her away. She only knew he was achingly handsome, charming, and very intimidating. She still felt he was completely out of her league. And that whole vampire thing, I mean, come on. It was the one piece of information Rissa threw at her that made her discredit everything else.

  She planned to arrive at the party late so there’d already be a lot of people there, and she could blend into the crowd. Rissa had this party every year to promote her event planning business, and there’d be about two to three hundred people in attendance. She arrived at Rissa and Alec’s Georgetown house to discover the party was spilling outside, into the courtyard around the pool behind their house.

  They had set up a fire pit to take the chill off the late October evening, and they had a DJ with a designated dance floor. The crowds of people were doing red Jell-O shots out of syringes. Kate stopped at the food table and grabbed some cheese and a few crackers. Someone handed her a Jell-O shot syringe and she downed it. They laughed and held up another syringe to her. She opened her mouth and let them inject it, and it went down with ease.

  She asked, “What’s in this stuff?

  The stranger answered, “You don’t want to know.” He handed her a cocktail and told her she needed to catch up. She took a sip, but he put his hand on the bottom of the glass, tipping it up and said, “Chug it!”

  Laughing, she swallowed down the drink, feeling the burn as it hit her empty stomach. She should have eaten something. She could feel her head spinning already.

  She headed for the dance floor and grabbed the hand of a werewolf on the way, who handed her another drink. She had no idea who was inside that costume, and she didn’t care. She just wanted a dance partner. She sipped from the drink as they walked past the bar on the way to the dance floor and she saw Shade sitting there alone, in all black leather. She defiantly downed the drink in her hand before tossing the cup aside, already losing count of her alcohol consumption.