The Blood Covenant: Book One of The Medici Warrior Series

by Emily Bex

  “Yes, lover, you. You're killing me here.”

  He pulls his black t-shirt over his head and tosses it aside, stretches his arms above his head and leans his head back, stretching out his back, before he walks across the room toward her.

  “You don't look dead, mi amore.”

  He props his foot in a chair, bent over as he unlaces his boots and turns his head to look at her through his black curls.

  Kate puts the pillow over her face, “Killing me softly, lover... Killing me softly. One glance, the love you communicate with your eyes, the sound of your voice, the simple touch of your hand, the sound of you breathing when you lie next to me, the simplest thing. Killing me softly.”

  He lifts the pillow from her face and tosses it aside, then walks barefoot over to his dresser, pulls his gun from his waistband, removes the clip, and twirls the unloaded gun on his finger before slapping it down on the dresser.

  “I am warrior, my walking sin. I know how to kill hard and soft as well.”

  She watches as he strips from the soft leather pants, and stands naked before her, leaving her speechless.

  He walks toward the bed, never taking his wickedly icy blue eyes off of her, his curls tousled and hanging low over his face.

  “Bel, you are one hot mess.”

  Kate giggles and lifts the pillow to her face again, speaking into the pillow, “Oh, you have no idea.”

  He crawls from the foot of the bed, straddling her on all fours. Biting into the pillow, he flings it across the room and leans down into her face, breathing heavy, his hair hanging low and nudges into her neck, licking her and whispers in a low, deep voice. “Ti amo.”

  “And I love you. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I think the answer is yes, you clearly do, but I ask anyway.”

  Smiling down into her eyes, letting his hands slide into her hair, taking a fist-full of that red crimson and sliding it across his face and nose, he moans.

  “You have any idea what you do to me, mio bel rosso?

  She bites her lip as she looks up at him, “Killing you softly?”

  He rolls over on his back, moaning and clutching his chest, “Already dead and gone over you, gone, so fucking gone!”

  She rolls on top of him, kissing his sweet mouth, “Not too gone. I need you here with me.”

  He slides his hands over her ass, cupping her softly and closes his eyes as her hair cascades over his face, the scent of roses making his cock throb.

  “Never leaving you, never. Have you started the pills yet? I think it is time. That's an order, minx.” He slaps her ass softly and grins.

  She wiggles her ass after receiving the light sting from his slap, which allows her to rub against his bulging cock, “I haven't yet, lover, but I will start tonight. First thing, or maybe the second thing?”

  He moans and growls, leaning up and nipping her chin, sliding his tongue down her neck, over her shoulder, “Mmm, yeah, later.”

  She melts into him. What is this power he has over her? Her body craves him always. As he nips at her chin, the heat from his tongue is so not helping. He literally takes her breath away. “Lover.” She can only whisper into his ear as her hands grip his shoulders.

  ***

  His hand slides slowly up her body and into her hair, cupping her head as his hips rise up to tease. Pulling her into his neck, he turns his head slightly for her, he says nothing, and he can feel her hunger, her need for him.

  ***

  She feels his firm and yet gentle grip as he pulls her to his exposed neck, encouraging her to feed. He has so much strength, such power to destroy. She has seen him do so, and that makes his gentleness with her all the more appealing. She nuzzles into his neck and inhales his scent. It never fails to excite, and she licks his neck along the pulsing vein as she listens to the low moan escape his throat. It is a sound that resonates deep inside of her, draws her to him. She bites hard into him and feels his body respond immediately. As she draws the first mouthful of blood into her mouth, her own body responds, starting with that deep-seated heat that burns between her legs.

  ***

  Her feeding from him brings forth so many emotions, so intimate, and so erotic. She is his to feed and protect, his bel rosso. He feels her dull teeth sink into his skin as she draws deep. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensations of her feeding. He picks up the scent of her sex, her wanting, as he slips his hand back down her back, letting his fingers move slowly across her soft skin, sliding them under her silken panties. His fingers play in the honey that flows from her, gently rubbing and teasing her, he feels her body respond. Her moans vibrate against his neck as he slides his fingers inside her, probing that velvety sweetness that belongs to him.

  ***

  As her body succumbs to the involuntary response of feeding, she feels his hand as it slides between her legs. She sucks harder, drawing more blood from him, trying to quench a hunger that now feels bottomless. She swallows mouthful after mouthful, and feels his fingers probing as she moves her hips against him. They find their own rhythm as she rocks against his fingers.

  Pulling his fingers from her, he takes his cock in his hand, stroking it as he does so and moans, aching for the sweet hot heaven between her legs. Teasing her clit with the head of his cock, her body shivers and she draws so deep his mind spins. He guides his cock inside her, as he holds her hips steady, wanting her to go slowly, and whispers breathy and raspy, “Slow, mi amore, go slow, fuck us to heaven.”

  ***

  She gasps as he removes his fingers from their delicious mission of teasing, but then sees him wrap his fingers, wet with her juices, around that massive cock. She wants him, all of him, his blood, and his cock. As he places both hands on her hips, his words hit her like a sledge hammer. Her body feels torn as to what it wants more, his blood or his cock. She draws even deeper, in what feels like an endless flow of his blood into her mouth as she swallows. Her hips rock against him, ride the full length of his cock, first slowly, almost teasing, taunting in the deliberate slowness. Her own need for him drives her to increase the pace, to ride him harder, his hands gripping at her hips. She can feel his cock throbbing inside her as she pushes them both to the abyss. She wants to feel him cum inside her, fill her. “Cum with me, lover. Take us both to heaven.”

  ***

  He feels her tease, and that doesn't impact him as much as her mouth at his throat, drinking deep. He had never allowed a female to drink from him, never completed the circle that would eternally bond him to another, and she is drinking so deep and makes him feel out of his mind with wanting, with his need to protect her, never wanting to be separated, body or soul. Her body is soft and yielding against his hard warriors’ muscle, her scent all female, and her words roll across his mind, and slam into his heart.

  Grabbing her hips, he thrusts upwards to the hilt and feels her explode, his cock releases into her, and her heat feels like a burning sweetness that he has never felt anywhere but inside this woman. The roar rips through his lungs and out his mouth, and his head thrashes back and forth, his fangs punch through, dripping and aching. His eyes open and bathe the room in bright red light as he lay still and hears her moaning as she lies on top of him. He rolls his head to her, leans in and licks her lips, pulling her mouth hard to his and kissing her deeply, tasting his own blood inside her mouth.

  ***

  Kate can feel she has all of him, and it satisfies her soul. She is woman to his man, and she feels their connection, their bond, more than body, more than heart, even more than blood. They are one. Her body explodes with him, pushed by his response. Feeling his muscles tense under her, watching him throw his head back, lost is pleasure, fangs exposed, eyes glowing, she rides him harder to allow every spasm to wash over her, carry her, as her body pulls from him the last hot, sticky, drop of his cum. Hers, hers, all hers: his blood, his cock, his cum, she will have him all. She is greedy in her need for him, addicted in her need for him. She collapses on top of him at last, breathing hard, heart pound
ing, and his blood coursing through her veins. She feels his strength in her for the first time. She lifts her face to him as her own eyes glow lightly. She licks his fangs, slowly, deliberately, one at a time, to bring him the ultimate pleasure.

  ***

  As her tongue licks his fangs, his body jerks with intense pleasure. His head is thrown back onto the pillows and his eyes closed. His cock rises like a sword, hard and straight, and he moans with passion as his body shakes once, then twice as she licks his fangs again, sucking the sharp tips into her mouth and his cock explodes again, spouting over his stomach as she lays on top of him. He grabs her by the hair and he burrows into her neck, laying his head against her shoulder, his breathing raspy, his body released of everything.

  Kate rolls off of him, sated, exhilarated, a smile on her face, knowing she has left her vampire drained, in the non-traditional sense. Her head on his shoulder, her arm across his chest, and her leg thrown over his, she purrs into his ear.

  “Was it good for you, lover?”

  Shade only grunts in response.

  “More? Do you need more?”

  He moans louder, as if in pain.

  “Is that a yes? Because I can give you more.” She reaches for his cock and cups it in her hand.

  “Fuck!” He moans loudly as he writhes on the bed, and his fucking beast is taking over her body.

  Kate teases him, “I would never want this weak mortal girl to leave you wanting. I understand your appetite, your need. It must be so much greater than my own.”

  She crawls back on top of him, sliding down his body, licking and nipping at his chest, his hips, letting her tongue glide across his abdomen as she slides her hands under his hips.

  ***

  He feels her as she slides across him, his breathing so ragged, then he feels her hair across his cock and his hands grip the bedding, his body trembles.

  She sits upright and straddles him, both of her hands on his hips as she slides her hands slowly up his hard, muscled chest. As she reaches his shoulders, she pushes his arms upwards, above his head and holds them there, gripping his wrist. Her breasts are an inch from his face as she gives him instructions.

  “Grab the headboard, lover, and don't let go.”

  He grips the headboard with both hands, and she pulls the belt from his leathers and binds his wrists. He starts to protest, but she lowers her mouth to his and kisses him deeply, and then whispers the words "trust" into his mouth. She takes her silky gown that lies on the bed and ties it around his eyes and leans into him again and whispers into his ear “trust". She lays her body against him and slides it down the length of him, knowing he cannot return her touch and he cannot see her next move. He must focus only on the sensations she creates.

  She straddles him once more and takes an ice cube from one of the food trays Gi is constantly delivering to their bedroom, and she touches the ice cube to his throat, slowly drawing it down across his chest, his abdomen, and she listens to him take a sharp intake of air. She holds the ice cube above his belly and allows for the slow drip of the cold water. She watches it hit his skin and run down his side.

  ***

  As she pushes his hands above his head, he can see the hint of her beast glinting inside her eyes. He follows her orders and grips the headboard and she whips the belt from his leathers and his eyes widen. What the fucking hell is she doing? She begins to tie his wrists and he struggles. Her lips are all over him and her one word settles him, and he tries to relax. Memories of his past keep trying to break through and he pushes them back down. He watches as she blindfolds him, and his whole body goes into warrior mode. His senses heightened beyond normal, his hearing crystal clear, he feels everything intensely and before he can process her next move, he hears a clinking sound, and cold slams his throat and he pulls hard on the strap, but not hard enough to break it.

  The cold makes a path across his abdomen and he gasps as the sensations rock him deep, and the memories begin to roll in. He tries to shut them down, but images like photographs captured in time flash through his head. The chamber, he sees the chamber, the rack, the whip, every nature of sexual pleasure and pain, the cult, the cult. “Bel,bBel, my bel.”

  He feels the water, hears it coming. It bounces slightly on his hardened abs and runs down his side, and he roars out of control. He is not the tormented, but the tormentor. He will not be caged. He will not be controlled. He inflicts pain. He does not receive it, except for the pain and fear of what he feels through his victims. The memory gates are opened wide, and he is flooded with the images of Sabine and the sex cult.

  ***

  Kate is shocked by his roar. It is not a roar of pleasure. She drops the ice cube to the floor and folds her body over his. She licks at the rivulets of water that she has dripped on his body. She slides her hands up his chest and follows with her body until her lips are on his lips, she kisses him gently.

  “Shhhh, lover. Tell me to stop and I will stop. Tell me to release you and I will release you. I only bring you pleasure.”

  She feels him settle as she slides her body back down the length of him, teasing him with her tongue as she goes. She runs her hands along his inner thighs, teasing with her nails, gently scratching the surface of his skin.

  ***

  Kate’s words try to calm him, and he tries to get back to her, remind himself where he is in time and space. Not the chamber, not the chamber. He struggles, moving his body back and forth, pulling on the restraints when he feels her tongue and her nails rake his skin and his beast emerges, enraged. He yanks the belt free of the headboard. His fangs punch through, he rips through the belt with his teeth, releasing his hands and rips the blindfold from his eyes and glares at her, wanting to tear her to bits, and he breathes hard and ragged, fighting to get control, gasping for air.

  He swings his feet to the floor as she falls off of him, and he stands and paces. He knows he is scaring the fucking hell out of her.

  “Don’t ever do that again! I can’t, I...,” growling loud, “Fuck!”

  Anger consumes him for doing this to her, ruining a night of passion, and his hand swipes across the dresser and knocks everything to the floor as he teleports out instantly, angry with himself and the memories that consume him.

  ***

  Kate sits on the bed and stares after him, confused, hurt, abandoned, and afraid. His anger has never been directed at her before. She sobs for him as tears rain down her face and she realizes he is gone. Was it something she did, or something she triggered? She shuts down, retreating into herself. She cannot call out to him or anybody else, for that matter. She is curled in a ball in the middle of the bed, head to her knees, and face hidden, no longer sobbing, just dead quiet. She lay there for minutes… or is it hours… She has no concept of time as she waits for his return.

  She climbs out of bed, loosely pulling on her robe, and leaves the bedroom, as she heads down the stairs and outdoors into the frigid night air, hoping to find him. Luca appears behind her, takes her by the shoulders and turns her around and walks her back toward the house. The night air is cold and the thin silk robe does little to protect her, as he removes his shirt and puts it over her shoulders and is preparing to lead her upstairs when she hears his voice.

  ***

  Shade stands naked in the doorway. “She is mine, Luca, give her to me.”

  “Yes, master, I only brought her in from outside.”

  Shade shakes his head and takes her in his arms. “Leave us.”

  “Yes, master, if you need me ̶”

  Shade interrupts him, his voice deadly, “Leave us!”

  Luca backs away without speaking, bowing his head to his master.

  Shade picks her up and carries her upstairs to their bedroom and sits with her in his lap in the chair at the window, cradling her to his chest.

  “I can’t...talk about this. Not right now, bel. This is not about you. It has nothing to do with you. This is about me. And you can listen to me or not but give me a sign you understan
d me and hear me. All I am asking for.”

  Kate opens her eyes and looks at him, locks eyes with him, but she does not speak.

  His eyes absorb her pain. Taking her hand, he holds it over his heart.

  “I will sit here until the sun rises, holding you. You can’t hurt me any more than I have hurt myself.”

  She speaks to him in her head. “Do I tell you what is in my heart? Because I never feared you before, and I never feared the beast. When others warned me, when you warned me, I pushed forward, I was drawn to your darkness. You know that. But tonight, I felt fear.”

  Pain screams through him and he lays his head back and grits his teeth from the hell ripping through him at her words. “Your actions brought memories. A past I thought I had buried but cannot seem to get out of my head. What you saw was my past haunting me. Something I never wanted you to see. I cannot fix what I have already destroyed with you and if I lose you from your fear of me, I walk into the sunlight. You are where my comfort lays, mi amore. You are where my barriers fall. You are my strength and my weakness rolled into one. I have never travelled here before.”

  She reaches her hand to his cheek. “I feel your pain as I feel my own, and we are both tortured and tormented. You by a past that is hidden from me, and me from a feeling of your rejection during our most intimate time together. Ripping free of that belt, tossing me aside to escape our bed, destroying things in the room, it was anger that felt directed toward me, and I hear your words. I know something I did evoked a memory. And now I feel paralyzed. What else? What else will evoke a memory? Must I walk on eggshells? I don't know your past and you share little. How do I avoid the landmines when I don't know where they are buried? How do I know when I've crossed the line, when I can't see the line? You underestimate my love for you. Let me heal you, open yourself to me, and let me heal you.”

  “Mi amore, I don’t know what will evoke it. I don’t know how to tell you to avoid these things, I do not know myself. I have never loved this deeply. I cannot see this line either, can you please try to believe me and understand this? And I do not underestimate your love. Walk into my heart please, bel, I can’t take what I have done to you. Look at me and tell me I am still loved. I left because I, too, feared myself. I did not know if I could control what was ripping me from you. I saw your fear and felt it and it mixed with my own. It was so sudden and unexpected, I was stunned and needed control and there was none inside me. If I talk of these things, of my past, will they leave me? Will they never return? I do not know the answers to this.”