The Last Vessel (The Chronicles of Luna Moon Book 1)

by Winter Rose

  He continued, grazing his fingers down the inside of my thigh, and my legs parted further of their own accord. I felt like I was about to combust. The need within me was so great that I would evaporate at any second.

  “Open your eyes, Luna,” his voice rumbled around the cave. I obeyed.

  “What are you thinking?” he asked me as he changed his attention to my other leg; his fiery eyes gazed into my soul.

  “Taste me and find out,” my voice was breathy. His Dragon’s eyes flickered, letting me know he wasn’t as together as he seemed.

  “That is a very subjective statement, Luna,” he smiled leaning in further, his face mere inches from my own.

  “I could taste you here,” he said before he took my lips, turning my entire world on its axis.

  Too soon, he pulled away, moving down to my breasts.

  “Here,” he said, before taking the mound of flesh into his mouth and rolling his tongue over my tender nipple. He then moved to the other one, lightly grazing his teeth over it. I cried out.

  “I could taste you here,” he said, running his tongue down the center of my stomach, calling forth another cry. As he reached the spot under my navel, I felt my soul leave my body for a second. His tongue continued down until it reached my underwear. He moved his head back slightly before hovering over my core. “Or I could taste you here.” His words sent vibrations straight to my clit, and his breath awoke a thousand nerve endings.

  “Yes,” I begged, unable to stop my cry.

  He moved in closer until his nose was practically touching me, and my head rolled back. My thoughts fell from my mind like water in an open hand; all I could do was whimper as I felt Vulcan’s hot breath against my center.

  His tongue dragged against the material of my underwear; the wetness I had created, cold against my flesh. He ended at the top, just above my clit before landing a kiss against it. The release of pressure as he pulled away pulled me so high; I felt I was teetering off the edge of a mountaintop. I pulled at his forearms as he lifted himself slightly, begging him to finish what he started.

  “What else could I taste?” His teasing breath burned my stomach. All I could do was whimper as I ached to be filled by him. His kissed a line over the bottom of my stomach as he hummed, “hmm what else?” He lifted his head. “I know.” His index finger formed into a claw, which he held just above my hip.

  I didn’t think it was more possible to be more aroused until the tip of his claw began to trace the path his lips had just followed. I moaned, and my breath caught in my throat.

  “You like that, Luna?” he asked, his voice finally cracking with need. “Does this not frighten you?” His claw circled around my breasts, barely touching my nipples.

  “I told you, Vulcan; you do not frighten me.” I gasped as he traced my rib under my left breast right where my heart would be.

  “I should frighten you, Luna.” His voice was more animal than man, and my flesh puckered. I held my breath as his claw circled my navel. “I harbor the world most dangerous beast.” My breath shook, Vulcan’s words only made my need greater.

  “What else can I taste, my fearless goddess?” His claw moved back over my chest to rest against my throat.

  “My blood,” I whimpered.

  “Do you want for me to taste your blood, Luna?” He continued to taunt my body with his claw.

  “Yes … yes, please.” My breath caught as he came dangerously close to my core before drifting over to my thigh.

  “Such a polite goddess,” he praised, rolling his tongue over the scrape he had just created on my thigh. “I will do as my goddess commands if she only grants me one thing in return,” he whispered.

  “Anything,” I almost screamed, my grip on the mountaintop slipping. “Just for tonight, my goddess, say that you belong to me,” his plea ended on a hiss.

  I tensed.

  “Tell me that you are mine, Luna,” he whispered into my ear before nibbling my earlobe. “Tell me that tonight, you are mine, and I will give you all you desire.”

  “I …” the word caught in my throat as he grazed my core once more. “Tell me,” he said lifting his head, so it was above me.

  “I’m yours,” I moaned as his thumb stroked the underwear over my clit once more.

  “Louder!” he demanded, his beast lacing every word.

  “I’m yours,” my voice raised a little louder, and I was rewarded by him moving my underwear to the side.

  He stopped. Waiting, as I lay there bare to the world, the cool breeze fanning over my wet core.

  “Vulcan!” I cried, pulling at his arms, my body clenched with his absence. “I. Am. Yours!” I shouted so loud I would be surprised if every Vampire and shifter within a mile radius didn’t hear. His thumb stroked down my seam, and I bucked.

  He growled, the sound reverberating around the cave before he pulled me into a starved kiss.

  “You are mine,” his beast hissed.

  “I am yours,” I repeated. And it was true. Right there in that moment, I was his.

  The pain that was made by the incision with Vulcan’s claw was soon replaced by his lips. He cut a line on my shoulder just before the mound of my breast and shifted to my side before opening his own throat. His blood poured out on to my chest hot and wet. In seconds, I was tasting the raw power that was Vulcan.

  Fuck, he groaned after a few moments. I was able to feel both him and his Dragon inside of me. He was just as wound up as I was; I could feel his need through the connection.

  My legs were open; he was kneeling against my left side so that we were both able to drink from one another. A breeze picked up, one that I could feel brush over my wet core. Vulcan groaned at the same time my breath hitched; he throbbed in time with me.

  I could not take it any longer. I pulled his waistband before running my hand down his hard length. I had never actually felt a cock before, even over someone’s trousers, but even I knew that this man was beyond giant.

  Gods, his voice was laced with need in my mind.

  Through the connection, my inhibitions were lowered. All I could feel was sensation and need; it was almost painful. That was why I had the confidence to run my finger over the head of his cock tucked into his waistband. It was soft like velvet, slick with pre-come, and Vulcan’s chest rumbled. I moved my hand so that it pulled the laces of his trousers, gaping them enough to fit my hand in there. I ran my fingers across his shaft, and everything he could feel, I did too.

  I moaned in time with him. He lifted his head at the same time he pulled my hand away.

  “Not tonight, Luna; I am already pushing this too far. The consequences … you’re not ready.” I kissed him before he could finish, our blood entwined with our tongues. Something inside of me screeched at the same time his Dragon did in frustration.

  I need to claim him, the deepest parts of me stirred. His Dragon purred at my thoughts.

  I brought him back to my chest before he talked himself out of anything else, and latched back onto his neck. A flood of heat gathered at my core, and I pushed the feeling to him, showing him how desperate I was.

  I am yours, I thought, and his hand was against me in an instant.

  Now I may be a virgin, but that didn’t mean I had never touched myself. Before now, I couldn’t understand why women needed someone to do this; I mean, wasn’t it all the same? Gods, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  With two of his fingers, he began to roll them up and down on either side of my highly sensitive clit. My toes curled, and my hips bucked as he dragged my wetness from the base of my core around the hood of my clit. Noises like I had never made before tore from me, and my whole being lifted.

  Gods, you are so wet, he murmured into my mind along with images of him pushing his giant cock into me.

  Yes! I begged. Please; I need you inside of me. His fingers moved down until they were circling my entrance, and I burned with need. Please, Vulcan! I am yours, please! I felt his beast roar with triumph as he entered me with one of his
fingers.

  You feel so good, he groaned; his cock throbbed in time with me. I attempted to push myself further on to his hand, and his chuckle filled my mind. Patience, my goddess. I growled, unable to hold it together any longer, and his finger plunged deep into my center.

  A wave of pressure crashed into me as he began to roll his finger in a ‘come here’ motion. His fingers were so big; I could feel him reach my front wall. Every time he hit that spot; my moans transformed into guttural cries.

  You are mine, his beast roared, as he began to pick up the pace. Each time he rolled his finger, the bottom of his palm rubbed against my clit. Suddenly, I was no longer at the top of the mountain. I was free falling. Plummeting down the sheer drop, all of my inhibitions and emotions evaporated … all I was, was this. I was nothing and everything all at the same time.

  Mine, his beast repeated as excruciating pressure built within me with every roll of his finger.

  I was his, and I was giving myself over to him freely.

  Our souls merged together in that cave. In front of the crackling fire; the worlds around us melted away. When the familiar voices of the goddesses filled my mind this time, I was not startled; I welcomed the bond and all that came with it freely as I exploded in violent release crying,

  I am yours! At that moment, Vulcan Ignis became a part of my very soul.

  As I rode the waves of pleasure that crashed into me, my world began to gray. After a few minutes, I came around to the feel of Vulcan lifting me up and placing me on a soft bed. He lay next to me and pulled me close, his heat surrounding me.

  The last thing I remembered before my world faded to black was him kissing my temple and whispering,

  “My heart has never known love until this moment. From this day until the end of my days, my goddess, I will always be yours. No matter what happens, that will always be true.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  I felt myself being pulled from my body.

  “Oh gods, not again” I groaned. I looked down on my sleeping self and couldn’t help but smile at the vision. I was laying across Vulcan’s chest on a pallet in the corner of the cave. Covers were draped across our tangled limbs, and I thought that I had never seen myself look so peaceful.

  The vision shook, a gray fog surrounding it, but I didn’t move.

  “Hello?” I asked the empty cave, unsure as to what was the point of this new vision. The vision shook once more, and then the colors around me began to bleed. Unlike the others where I traveled to my destination, I was pulled into this one. One moment I was hovering over our sleeping forms and the next I was in a dark room.

  Everything around me was bathed in grays and blacks, the shapes blurred. A prickle of unease ran down my spine; something was definitely not right.

  “Help,” a male voice croaked as I squinted into the haze.

  The smoke began to grow dense and take on the forms of tables, chairs, and chains. I was in a dungeon, and before me was a mangled, broken Balhar.

  “Help,” he whimpered, blood caking his entire body. The vision shimmered again and like before, Balhar sensed my presence. “I’m here,” his voice shook.

  “Where?” I pleaded, desperate to save him. If it were even possible, I would say he looked worse. His bony arms jutted out in unnatural angles. New wounds had been inflicted on his bruised, beaten body.

  “Help!” he cried. Something really didn’t feel right. I put it down to the fact that a man as famous as Balhar Koray was dying before my very eyes.

  A hooded figure entered the room, and nothing about this creature was distinguishable.

  “It will all be over soon Balhar; your purpose has run its course.” I tried to move closer, but the vision rippled.

  “Tonight, you will die.” The stranger’s voice was distorted like the rest of the vision. The only two defining things were Balhar and a marking on the wall. The symbols were carved out in gold— two crossed pine torches.

  “They will find me,” Balhar clung to the sentence like it was the only thing that had kept him sane all these years as the hooded figure drew dangerously close. No matter how hard I focused, I couldn’t see his face.

  “Pathetic,” the distorted voice laughed. “After twenty years, you still think that those traitors are coming to your rescue.” The fire in Balhar’s eyes was dying. “They are in that castle shacking up with her,” he spat. “You are but a distant memory; they gave up on you a long time ago.”

  A silver whip lashed out, instantly breaking the brittle skin across Balhar’s chest. It was horrendous. It would have been nearly unbearable to watch if he cried out in the agony it obviously caused him. He didn’t. Not a single noise came out of his mouth as the hooded figure struck him over and over again.

  “If she is alive, then they will soon know that I am too.” He almost sounded like he believed what he was saying.

  “Ha! They knew; they have always known. They have forgotten about you Balhar; he has forgotten his promise to you.” The resolve in Balhar’s eyes was dying along with his fight. He was broken in every sense of the word.

  The hooded figure straightened up, walking toward a table.

  “It no longer matters; you will not be around to face them. You promised to take what you know to the pyre, so be it.” He pulled out a golden dagger encrusted with rubies. “It’s sad really, I have enjoyed our little chats. It has become sort of cathartic to me over the years.” Laughing, he brought the blade toward Balhar’s throat.

  “He will kill you for this,” Balhar spat. “You will burn every bridge with him.”

  The hooded figure stopped behind him, bending down to whisper in his ear.

  “Oh, I’m counting on it, old friend. I will take everything away from that traitor, piece by piece until he begs me to end his miserable existence.” He pressed the blade against Balhar’s throat. “She will be the final key to his undoing. Soon, she will see them for the liars that they all are; she will realize how corrupt the Council has become. This is the only way.”

  Balhar’s lips began to move, but his words were so distorted I couldn’t make them out.

  “Our vision is finally coming true; your death tonight will be where it begins.” I held my breath as Balhar’s haunted eyes looked straight through my own.

  “No!” I cried. As I watched the blood begin to spill; I fought. With every ounce of strength within my mind, I fought to reach the hooded figure. I moved an inch forward, and the vision started to shake. Another inch, the walls within the cell crumbled. All I could see was the knife covered in Balhar’s lifeblood and his haunted eyes as he admitted defeat.

  That was when I broke. Screaming, I watched as the hero in every Koray’s child’s bedtime story lost all hope. I cried when I saw the final embers that burned in violet eyes fizzle out.

  As the entire vision fell apart, the last thing I saw was Balhar Koray, Alpha, King, and my promised Guardian, give up all hope.

  “Luna, beautiful, please wake up.” I was being rocked. “Hush, it was a dream; you’re safe. I’m here, Luna. I will protect you; I will always protect you.”

  “Balhar,” I whimpered. “Balhar.”

  “Please wake up, Luna; please.” I tried to open my eyes, but they stung, glued together by something wet.

  “Vulcan,” I croaked,

  “I’m here, baby; it’s me.” A damp cloth wiped the liquid away, and I was able to crack them open.

  “Ouch,” my voice shook, my head felt like it was being stood on by a giant.

  “Drink this,” Vulcan pressed a bladder to my lips filled with cool water; I drank deeply. As my vision began to focus, I realized we were still in the cave. In the light of day, I could see that we lay on a pallet, the fire in a dug-out pit in the center. It looked extremely lived in.

  “Luna baby, what happened? I was so worried …” I couldn’t do anything. Vulcan’s eyes looked heartbroken, his chest and face were covered in blood. I lifted a shaky hand to his chest.

  “You’re hurt,” I pan
icked.

  “Luna, that is not my blood,” I moved my hands to my eyes.

  “The wetness …”

  “You started to convulse; then your nose was bleeding. I couldn’t wake you. All of a sudden, you stopped moving and your ears and eyes started to bleed too,” his choked out. “I couldn’t do anything but hold you.”

  It was strange to see a being as powerful as Vulcan so frightened.

  “I’m okay now,” I stroked the side of his face, “I’m safe.”

  “I thought I had lost you, Luna … again; I can’t—”

  I didn’t let him finish pulling his lips down to my own. I couldn’t see him in pain any longer. You haven’t lost me, I promised through the bond, he needed to know that I was okay.

  “Get away from her!” a voice snarled.

  Magnar entered the cave, his eyes glowing red, fangs descended. He looked completely crazed.

  “Brother, it’s not what you think!” Vulcan began before I was swept into another’s arms, and Magnar pinned the protesting Vulcan to the side of the cave. The walls shook.

  “Luna, are you okay?” Eros held me like a newborn, his eyes roaming across my face and body in a panic.

  “You are dead, Dragon!” Ehre came into the cave, a green aura haloed him. The cave shook again, “Eros. Get. Luna. Out!” Ehre walked toward the pair. Vulcan had his hands up in surrender, and Magnar held him by the neck.

  “Lu!” Luke entered the cave. “What the fuck happened? What the fuck is wrong with her?” he asked Eros.

  “Eros, get her out!” Ehre snarled once more, the cavern shook. Eros began to move, and that was when I mentally shook myself.

  “Wait!” I screeched as Magnar’s fist came dangerously close to Vulcan’s face.

  “Luna, you’re safe now, I will take you back to the—”

  “Put. Me. Down!” I beat against Eros’ chest before he let me to my feet. My vision swam, and my legs gave way,