Redemption: My Vampire Lover Part #2 (A Dark Realm Novella Series)

by Victoria Embers

  “How much blood are we talking here, vaa…” Quickly she added, “Raphael.”

  “A few drops, that’s all. Anything more and we’d have to get married.”

  She laughed hesitantly, but I heard her voice go up an octave. “Are you serious?”

  “Somewhat, yes. An exchange of blood between the Fanged is a sacred act. A bond between the two. Do you know what I’m talking about? You’re familiar with this concept, right?”

  “No, not really. My aunt couldn’t tell me anything really about the Fanged world. She said they are supernatural creatures who fight against evil. That’s all she really said. Is that who you mean?”

  “Yes, exactly. I wish I had time to tell you more.” I kept wondering over and over why I had not claimed Lord Asmodeus as my father. I spoke of him as some demon I didn’t know, some ruler beyond hope. Wasn’t he? He took great pleasure in delivering pain and death at every turn. It was his goal in life. I should have told Caroline the truth, but I couldn’t. How could I admit to this lovely angel that he and I were related? Moreover, how could I tell her I suspected her relatives had been added as decoration for my father’s trophy wall? And that she was probably next? If she drank some of my blood, she’d be safe and perhaps she could escape Father’s wrath. It was the best I could offer her.

  “What if I say ‘no’?” She asked with an amount of resistance I was starting to expect. She lifted her chin, meeting my stern gaze straight on. A challenging smile crossed her face.

  I arched an eyebrow at her and gave her my seductive vampire expression, hoping to convince her without any more argument. Defiant.

  Caroline tilted her head questioning and then nudged her cap a time or two, scratching the side of her temple. “This thing itches. Can’t I take it off?”

  “No,” I growled. “I apologize. Just keep it on for now, okay?”

  She fidgeted with her jacket and the cuffs of her sleeves. I realized I needed to get her attention without barking at her. Since nothing else seemed to work, I rattled off a few phrases in Fanged. Surely that would focus her attention.

  “Con la luna e le stelle, deve essere così testardo mia bellezza? Cosa c'è di qualche goccia di sangue tra amici. Siamo amici. Non siamo?”

  “You’re not cursing me out, are you?” She stuck her nose up in the air and popped her fists on her hips more violently than I think she wanted to do. A twinge of pain crossed her beautiful features. Definitely defiant.

  Glancing around us again to survey the situation, I stifled a low laugh and sighed. “We don’t have that much time, Caroline. Decide. Forget your fear or your apprehension, if you want to call it that, and trust me. I’m the best option you have.”

  “You’re the only option I’ve got I do believe,” she grunted as she rescued a long strand of her golden hair from her cap and twirled it around her long fingers.

  She remained quiet for some time, playing with her hair. She glanced up at me now and again, refusing to speak.

  “Fine,” I finally said. “By the moon and stars, must you be so stubborn, my beauty? What’s a few drops of blood between friends? We are friends. Are we not? That’s what I said to you, my princess. Now stop horsing around, so we can make tracks. Please.” I tapped her on her deliciously cute button nose and waited for her response. I knew that would get a rise out of her.

  She rubbed her nose a few times, obviously debating my offer and considering her situation. I didn’t want to tell her I had already smelled Father’s scouts and they’d be closing in fast if they picked up her scent. I’m sure Father failed to tell the hounds to track my familiar smell as a way of finding the she-wolf.

  Suddenly Caroline exclaimed, “What is that smell?”

  “A lovely aroma of rotting corpses and burnt onions?” I mused.

  “Yes, what is that?”

  “Hellhounds. They haven’t caught our scent yet, so we have a little time.”

  Caroline’s eyes grew very wide and I saw the fear surface behind them. She backed away from me. “You mean hellhounds, don’t you? I can’t go up against… I mean I can’t. I can’t shift without the Wolf. I can’t. I…”

  “Stop that.” My hand clamped down on hers before she ventured any further. Instantly my heart responded, beating wildly with a new life I still couldn’t understand. It was as if her touch, her gaze, her very presence had reawakened my soul. “Yes, you can,” I argued. “You can do anything you put your mind to. With this wolf you keep referring to or without. Listen to me.” I pulled her again into my arms, hoping I managed to be gentler with her than before. A warmth from her closeness spread through my hands and arms to my chest and down to my dick, leveling it out into a rock-hard salute. By the moon and stars, how am I going to let her go? I swallowed down the enormity of my emotions and focused on her eyes, insisting she return my gaze. When she did, I whispered to her. “We’ll do it together like a team.”

  “Like friends?” Caroline asked.

  “Yes, like friends. Allies. A partnership. Whatever you’d like to call it. Just because you are a werewolf and I’m a vampire, sworn enemies of the realms, doesn’t mean we can’t put that aside and do this. Your life is in danger and I’ll help you get out of this, okay? I just need you to trust me. I’ll trust you if you trust me. Okay?”

  She nodded and yanked her cap off. “I hate this thing. I can’t stand to have anything on my head. Raphael, technically I’m not…”

  I waited for her to finish her sentence, but she didn’t. She bit her bottom lip and refused to go on. Seeing her mass of glorious golden hair spill over her shoulders, I was suddenly speechless. She ripped off her jacket and rearranged the knot in her shirt. I caught a glimpse of her flat stomach and my body responded. I wanted to take her right then and there. I wanted to remove the rest of her clothing and delicately explore every inch of her body, down to the first caress, the first kiss, the first thrust. I wanted to claim her for my own, not set her free. My heart ached and I died a hundred deaths inside as I watched her. She’d be out of my life very soon.

  “Okay, I can do this. Of course I can do that. I’m a Werewolf Princess. I’m King Lycaon’s only daughter. I’m fearless. I can do this. Okay. Okay. Okay.”

  “Just think, ‘Kill or be killed.’ My blood will do the rest.” I waited for her to agree with me or at least acknowledge I had spoken. She continued messing with her clothes. “Caroline, you’re shaking!”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Quickly, here, drink my blood. Just remember, I’m on your side. Okay?”

  Not wanting her to see me drop my fangs, I distracted her. “Let me check something. Do you see anything yet? Look over there for a moment, would you?”

  Once she had turned and cried out, “What, where?” I sank my fangs into the fleshy part of my hand. The warm liquid coated my hand and I knew I had found a juicy vein in the meat behind my thumb.

  “Here,” I said as I forced my hand into her face. “Drink just a few drops and we’ll get moving.”

  Chapter 4 – Caroline’s New Sense and Sensibility

  Author’s Note: This chapter is told from Caroline, the heroine’s point of view.

  The luscious smell of his masculinity hit my nostrils the minute I licked the first drop of his blood from his hand. The Wolf in me awoke and I knew I had to control my savage lust that sprang up in me or I’d shift again and possibly run off into the night. As I slowly and purposely cleaned off the remnants of any remaining liquid from his hand, I thought of melted butter dripping over a freshly baked loaf of bread or warm butterscotch oozing down the side of an angel food cake. My mouth watered. The blood’s salty sweetness reminded me of a flavor I couldn’t define. Honey? Cinnamon? Vanilla? All three? I couldn’t make up my mind. I lavished in the thought process as I refused to let go of his hand. The taste entranced me as I immediately realized I wanted more. Would the essence of Raphael’s manhood taste like? It sent visions of hardcore ecstasy racing through my mind. I savored the flavor of the vampire’s blood in
my mouth and I knew, as a shifter, I had crossed a point of no return.

  Breathe, just breathe. This blood is extremely powerful. This is very interesting. The essence of a healer. Very unlike any creature here. Keep breathing, Caroline.

  I heard the Wolf’s words in my head, but I couldn’t focus on the intent of his meaning. Later. I’d have to ask what his discovery was later. Right now, I wanted to jump someone’s bones, preferably the man I was eyeballing.

  “Caroline, I need my hand back,” he whispered, breaking our intimate embrace. I had moved to sucking on his fingers when he yanked his hand away. “Stop it,” he growled.

  I let out a long, deep sigh as I caught a glimpse of his repositioning his manhood under his clothing. Raphael’s blood had set my body on fire. I felt everything, every pore of my being. Every molecule of my desire rushed towards my brain and my inner core. I tore off all my clothes as the warmth threatened to consume me. I turned to him with what I assumed was probably passion in my eyes.

  He spoke not a word, simply staring at me intensely. I felt an eager affection coming from him. “Your eyes are like jewels,” he said. “I’ve never seen such a color of gold. And yes, I realize you want to claim me. But now is not the time.”

  I smacked my lips in response and lowered my head, ready to leap on him. My inner walls pulsated in response to his denial. Take me now. Make love to me now. Raphael. Right here. Right now. “Now is the time.”

  Raphael’s face turned several shades of red. I could see every color that registered on his face. He had heard me. My eyesight was omniscient, psychedelic, out of this world. It was as if every light in the universe had been turned on. I could see everything under the red moon. My surroundings had been bathed in the Golden realm’s morning sunlight or so it seemed.

  Before he could stop me, I pushed him into the massive rock we had been standing in front of. The red moon cast a shadow upon the structure and we fell back into darkness. My eyesight adjusted again and I unzipped his pants, reaching inside to feel him. He was already hard and ready for me.

  “I want you so badly Caroline, but not here. We have to get you to safety. The hellhounds.”

  “Fuck the hellhounds, Raphael. I want you now.”

  He moaned, giving himself to me, and rested his head against the rock. His wavy black hair framed his face like a dark angel.

  As his manhood lengthened fully in my hands, I savored the smoothness of his shaft. The warmth of touching him sent my mind into chaos. My entire body tingled in anticipation. The beat of my heart became savage. I was not taking no for an answer. “Raphael, I can’t deny what I feel. Please make love to me here. Now. What if this is the only chance we get?” Briefly, I swallowed down a sob of grief that wanted to rip through me. What if this was the only chance? What if this was never meant to be? What if I was a fool forcing him? Was I forcing him? What if he refused me? Did he want me the way I wanted him? What if we were discovered, out here in the place? Should I be afraid? Was I?

  His response calmed my beginning panic. He took my free hand as I blatantly held his cock in the other one. My boldness surprised me greatly. He placed my hand on his heart and I gasped.

  “Do you feel that?” he asked.

  I nodded up at him, seeing his eyes rage with passion. “I feel that and more,” I teased.

  “No, listen to me. Do you feel that?”

  Wondering what he meant exactly, I closed my eyes for a moment. The sounds of his heart slammed into my hand. He kept my hand cradled in his against his chest while he covered his other hand around mine holding his divine manhood. His heart was beating, wildly beating like my own. My eyes flew open. “Do vampires, does your heart? I mean,” I tripped over my words as I almost stumbled out of his grasp.

  He didn’t let me move. “You’re right. I don’t know about other vampires, but I know the minute I laid eyes on you, my heart came to life. It beats now and it beats for you alone, Caroline. That spark between us. Do you remember? I almost fell down when we touched? I rushed to the table to collect my thoughts. I sat there realizing my heart was working, for the first time in my life, I felt alive. Quite literally. You did that. I was dead inside, but your touch, your gaze into my eyes brought me to life. I can feel your energy running through my veins. I want you to be mine. Forever. If you’ll have me.” His voice trailed off as he leaned closer and brushed a kiss across my cheeks.

  “You’re telling me you didn’t have a heartbeat before?”

  He smiled at me smugly and focused his attention on my hips. I followed his gaze. He wrapped both of his hands around mine as I held his cock against my naked belly. He stroked my hands, and then opening up the palms of his large hands, he quietly encouraged me to assume the task. When I took charge, he mumbled, “You’re stronger than you think.”

  A fever of blushes covered my face. “Oh my goodness, did I hurt you?” I wanted to blush again, but his declaration, that he felt something quite literally when he had met me surfaced in my mind and sent me into oblivion. True love. I gazed up at him, marveling at the look of pleasure on his face. True love.

  He moaned and rocked his hips gently into my hands.

  I rubbed the head of his cock with my thumb, feeling a sweet stickiness at the tip.

  Raphael moved his hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit, his fingers pumping inside me a few times.

  My hips met his movements and I groaned, feeling the warmth of his manhood slide between my legs.

  “I don’t want to control these feelings I have for you.” He gathered me up in his arms. “I don’t know where they came from. Maybe it was the wolf chant that did it. I don’t know for sure, but I know I feel this.”

  A slight smile crossed his lips. He embraced me tightly and then picked me up in his arms.

  I placed my hand over his heart. “True love,” I whispered as the words expelled out of my mouth in the form of a few short breaths. Could it be?

  “This can’t be wrong, Caroline. I don’t want to deny the possibility of the love we can have. Say you agree?”

  “I think I already love you, Raphael. I’ve never known anyone like you. You’re a glorious, magnificent vampire.”

  When I felt his easing himself into me, my body melted. “Oh my god, yes,” I cried out. “Yes! Yes!” Wanting to increase our pace, I started to ride him with a newborn intensity. The warmth of his blood raced through my veins. “I’m yours,” I cried out. “I’m yours!”

  “Shh,” he said. “Don’t listen to my blood. I don’t want you to be my servant or blood source. Equal.” With his muscular arms, he brought me up and down a time or two, shifting the rhythm of lovemaking to a slower urgency. “I want us to be equals. I want to cherish this moment forever. I want to look in your eyes as I’m inside you and know if we are never to be together again we had this one moment, out here in this wasteland.”

  “By this rock,” I purred, letting him assume control.

  “Not too fast, my sweet. Savor this feeling.”

  I smiled down into his striking, pale blue eyes, watching how they glowed in the low light. His dark eyelashes fluttered now and again, but he refused to take his eyes off of me as we made love in such a desolate place. I grew hotter by the minute witnessing the desire in his stare. I studied him. There was an inherent strength in his features, almost a haughtiness I could visualize him giving to others he disliked. For me, in that moment, that strength was etched across his face with a look of devotion and confidence I had never seen before. The turquoise blue in his eyes brought out a growing passion I could see that was all for me. This could be my destiny, being with this man forever. If I was as bold as I had just been taking him in my hands, a future with this vampire could be in my grasp. But it meant sacrificing everything. Just for him.

  When I felt myself about to climax, my head fell backwards and I gave myself up to him completely. I let him lead the way and delighted in the ecstasy of his deliberately slow pace. Waves of warmth rushed through my body as I neared orgasm.
I’ll remember this moment forever.

  “Slowly, my sweet. Slowly.”

  I screamed the first time I came. His hands rhythmically worked my hips up and down on his cock, refusing to stop. He increased the speed of his movements ever so slightly. I was helpless to stop his lovely hastened pace. My heart raced rapidly and I wanted to slam my body into his, feverishly, insanely, erotically like I was in control of him, like he was there to please me and only me.

  “Shhh,” he said. He gathered me close against his chest. “That’s the blood talking. Don’t listen to that. It’ll pass. Focus on this.” He pulled me upwards and let me slide down again on his massive manhood. “Come for me again, Caroline.”

  The muscles in his biceps bulged and flexed as he sunk himself deeper into me. Yes, I sighed. “What about you?” I asked, realizing he wasn’t at all worried about his own satisfaction.

  “This is about you.”

  Once I came a second time, he caressed my buttocks and cradled me in his arms. His gentle massage sent currents of satisfied pleasure through me.

  “Again?” I whispered in his ear.

  “We have to get moving,” he replied. “Thank you for asking, you were magnificent.”

  I blushed and returned his hug, hoping to stay forever in his protective arms. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  “Oh, I do,” he said. “I think you like my blood. But it can be very dangerous if you listen to it. Don’t listen to it if it tells you to do bad things. That’s the demon side of me, not the warrior side. Do you understand?” Delicately he kissed me on the nose.

  I nodded, immediately afraid of how delicious and addictive I could already tell his blood was. I wanted more.