by Ana Calin
I look up at my husband as confetti rains over us. The gypsies whistle, vampires cheer, the villagers call benedictions out at us. The witch Magda is close by our side, her eyes full of tears, like a mother’s. I give her a warm smile. None of this would have been possible without her.
Tristan is so incredibly handsome in his dark blue suit that’s fitted to his broad-shouldered, athletic body, that I can’t stop turning my eyes to him every other minute. His assassin face softens with love as he looks down at me. His eyes slip into my white lace cleavage, to my breasts that swell out of the push-up corset.
“Mine,” he growls from his chest, and desire glints dangerously in his eyes.
“Tonight, there will be no holding back,” I remind him. “You want to take my blood, you do it.”
Lord Dracula—Tristan’s best man—turns around with a smile, calling out something about ‘bride and groom’ in Romanian to the crowd, and the crowd roars, confetti bursting higher, white pigeons springing and flapping their white wings in the air. My arm hooked around Tristan’s, we start down the stairs, and toward the castle with the attendees trailing behind us.
The party will be grand. As a girl, I admittedly always dreamt of a big wedding, but this is another level. It’s a wedding worthy of royalty, as big as Juliet’s and Ruxandra’s.
Up at Dracula’s castle chandeliers sparkle, wine flows, people laugh and dance and cheer. But as Tristan invites me to our first dance, I forget all about the world around us.
Music flows, filling my eardrums as I sway and glide in my husband’s strong arms, the fabric of his suit just a flimsy coating over a body hard as granite. I can’t wait to feel him bury himself balls deep inside of me, my wet thighs quivering around his hard hips as he sinks his fangs into my carotid, taking my blood and pouring his seed inside of me at the same time. The thought is enough to make me cream the scrap of white lace between my legs. I’m lost in his eyes, and he in mine, until Dracula interrupts us with a hand on Tristan’s shoulder.
It seems like both of us have just descended from a trance. So taken with each other, we haven’t realized the bride’s and groom’s first dance is long over, the band playing a bouncing round, but a good chunk of the crowd is still staring at us.
I’m still drunk with my happiness until I register the grave look on Lord Dracula’s face.
“Lord Dracula,” Tristan says. “What is it?”
“Vlad,” Lord Dracula says. “Call me Vlad. After all, we’ve known each other for centuries, and for the most part we’ve been as close as brothers. Besides, you’re no longer a simple vampire. You’re mighty now, lord over Mark Serpaint’s cell of serpents. It’s no longer proper that you refer to me as Lord—unless I address you by the same title.”
I guess any other man would jump to hug Dracula, or at least shake his hand as though he’s given them the gift of their lives, but Tristan furrows his brow, only acknowledging the honor with a curt nod.
“I appreciate it.” He clears his throat. “I do care about you as a brother. But your smile doesn’t fool me. So spill it—bro.”
Dracula’s sculpted mouth quirks up in a smile. “No, Tristan. This is your evening, so enjoy it to the fullest, both of you. But I will have to make an early exit.”
Tristan squares his shoulders, taking a step closer to Dracula, invading his personal space. “Why? What is happening?”
“Tristan, Isolde, this is your wedding—”
“And you,” I say, stepping closer, too. “Are our family. You, Ruxandra, Juliet and Radek are our home, our haven and our closest friends.” I look up at Tristan, his electric blue eyes filled with appreciation and love as he looks down at me. “We want to share everything with you, no matter what.”
Dracula ponders, looking from me to Tristan.
“Before Ruxandra killed the Old Priest,” he begins, slow but tense. “She demanded the secret of human immortality from him. He gave her a riddle. She didn’t waste another minute and killed him, expecting that the witch Magda or I would be able to easily decipher it. We weren’t. But now it turns out the Old Priest gave the same riddle to someone else before he died.” He pauses as worry rises in Tristan’s face.
“Someone else is trying to decipher his riddle, but instead of poring over it with scholars, they perform experiments on humans,” Vlad Dracula concludes. “We need to decipher it, and we need to do it soon.” He moves his chin in the general direction of the door. “And the man who can help us has just arrived. I was going to see him alone in the study.”
We follow his gaze to an elegant man with the air of a young professor who’s just stepped in through the grand doors. But instead of looking at Tristan and me, or even Lord Dracula, he spots the sexy blonde drinking champagne and chatting with Ruxandra. He glares at her like he could kill her.
“Lazarus,” I whisper as I identify my old friend. “Of course. He is a high caliber scholar. He could decipher the riddle.”
“Why is he looking at Irina like that?” Tristan demands, protective of the woman he’s worked with for ages, and who’s become like a sister to him.
“She was the one who turned him into a vampire many years ago,” Vlad Dracula explains. “He still hasn’t forgiven her for it. Trouble is, they’ll have to work together on this one. I just hope they don’t destroy each other in the process.”
THE END
Enjoyed Tristan’s and Isolde’s story? Wonderful! Because there will be more.
To be continued with Irina and Lazarus story in
Princess of Seduction
(Coming 18th – 22nd of September 2019)
This was book four of the Dracula’s Bloodline series. Enjoy the first four books here, until the next one is ready for you:
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Prince of Midnight
Prince of Obsession
Prince of Blood
Prince of the Damned
Plus! Stay tuned for my next series, Magnificent Beasts (wolf shifters). Book 1, Claimed by Drago Wolf, will hit the Zon the 18th of May, only a month from now!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in vampire land Transylvania, and living in romantic Germany, Ana Calin writes paranormal romance. Her heroes are vampires, shifters and other mysterious creatures that lurk in the Hidden World, which exists parallel to the 'real' world. These are dark stories NOT for the faint of heart,and it can get really hot.
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