by F. E. Heaton
He didn't seem at all nervous or excited. Was this nothing new to him? Lucya had probably done things to him that she couldn't even imagine. She growled at the image of them and then her eyes widened when she realised that Valentine was frowning. He'd probably thought she was growling at him. Panic loomed in the pit of her stomach.
Another swift gulp of vodka did nothing to settle it.
"Valentine?” She went across the room and hesitated in front of him, flitting about like a butterfly while she struggled with what she wanted to ask.
"Is something wrong?” His frown was gone and he seemed as relaxed as ever.
"Tell me ... it doesn't matter ... forget it."
"Prophecy, what's wrong?” He took hold of her hand and she stopped, looking down at it.
She stared at it, not brave enough to look him in the eye and say what she wanted to.
"Lucya...” She bit her lip when he tensed. “Tell me I mean more to you than she did."
He dragged her down onto the bed, trapping her underneath him, and she barely managed to stop the vodka from spilling all over it. She wriggled when he buried his face into her neck, kissing and licking it. This wasn't exactly the answer she'd expected. Giggling, she held the bottle up and emptied the remains of it onto his head and back. He growled and pushed himself up off her. The vodka dripped off the strands of his hair onto her chest.
She stopped him when he went to dip his head. Holding him at arms length, she silently demanded an answer.
He smiled. A bead of vodka rolled down the length of his nose and then dropped onto her chest. It slinked down her chest and settled in the notch between her collarbones.
She itched for him to lick it up.
But she still held him.
"What I felt for her, is nothing compared to what I feel for you.” He held her gaze.
She smiled and released him, closing her eyes in satisfaction when he lowered his head and licked the vodka up from the hollow of her throat. Tilting her head back, she sighed out her breath and raised her knee when his hand travelled downwards. She focused on the sweep of it up her thigh and the way he held her knee.
A frown flickered on her brow.
"I was supposed to be seducing you."
She tried to push him off her but he leaned into her and caught hold of her hands, pinning them to the bed. He grinned, giving her the distinct impression that she wasn't going to be seducing him after all.
He was going to seduce her.
She was already putty in his hands. What more could he do?
She sucked her stomach in when his hands left hers, trailing down her sides to the waist of her combats. Her vision unfocused while he unbuttoned them and she didn't stop him when he slowly eased them down her legs, removing them and her boots. She sighed when he kissed up her thighs, nipping at her hip, and then pushed her top up, bunching it up near her neck. His hands found her bra-clad breasts. She arched her back into his palms and moaned at the feeling of his strong fingers against her skin.
Valentine slipped his hands beneath her, swiftly undoing her bra. He eased it off her along with her camisole and sat back on his heels, looking down at her where she lay in front of him in nothing but her black knickers.
He took a deep breath and held it while he raked an appreciative glance over her body and relished the hungry look she was giving him. He hadn't expected her to come here, and definitely hadn't expected her to come alone. Not that he was complaining. This was exactly what he needed to exorcise his demons. He needed the feel of her skin on his and the looks she gave him that told him everything, all of her feelings and what he meant to her.
She frowned, looking a little confused.
He dropped his gaze to her hand when she traced a finger down towards her breasts and along the underside of one, drawing his attention to it. He watched for a moment, hardening painfully as her finger swept over the soft mound to the nipple and teased it until it was taut. He felt as though she was teasing him with that touch, as though she'd reached out and ran her delicate fingers over his flesh.
Divesting himself of his trousers, he ran a hand down his length. Her eyes fell there and darkened, her tongue coming out to sweep along her lips in a way that made him want to groan when his body responded.
Kneeling on the end of the bed, he crawled up the length of her body, pressing soft, wet kisses to her stomach and breasts. She mewled and her hands came down to capture his head, her fingers tousling his hair. She held him to her breasts as he explored them, suckling and torturing her pert nipples. Kissing upwards, he pressed a long one to the mark over her heart and smiled when it pulsed red, the magic responding to him. He traced a finger over it, drawing the magic around and then watching it seep into his skin when he broke contact with her.
He dipped his head and kissed her neck, breathing in the tempting fragrance of her blood at the same time. His teeth itched and his blood spoke to him, urging him into taking hers. He nicked her, stealing a drop of her blood before licking the wound. She groaned and bucked her hips up, rubbing her crotch against his in a way that made the flicker of desire in his veins explode into wildfire.
He drew back and looked at her. She craned her neck, her lips telling him how badly she wanted a kiss there. He refused her with a sly grin and took hold of her hands. Bringing them up to the headboard of the bed, he pressed them down on the pillows there, her wrists crossed over each other.
"Keep them there,” he said in a low whisper.
She nodded, wide-eyed and obedient.
He groaned at how submissive she looked and then eased slowly back down her body, drawing her knickers down her legs and tossing them onto the floor.
When his head reached her thighs, he parted her legs a little and looked down at her pussy before licking up the inside of her thigh. Before she could finish her moan, he bit down on the tender flesh of her thigh and sucked hard on her blood. He let it pool in his mouth and then released her. Raising his head, he looked up the length of her body to her face. She was watching him, her hands still behind her head as though they were tied there.
Prophecy waited. Anticipation burned in her stomach. A trickle of blood oozed down his chin and she licked her lips. Her body hummed and buzzed with the pleasure of his bite.
She furrowed her brows and her lips parted when he moved so his head was above her stomach and opened his mouth a fraction. The blood he was holding in it spilled onto her skin and ran over her, tickling her. It crept down into her navel, filling it. She flung her head back and gasped when he lowered his head and licked the blood off her. Her whole body burned with a desire she'd never felt before, spurred on by the wickedness of what he'd done. His fingers smeared the blood into her skin before his tongue laved her, cleaning it off, making wherever he touched tingle.
A shiver of pleasure bolted through her when he sucked the blood out of her navel.
His touch disappeared and before she could bend her head to look, he'd bitten her thigh again, drawing another mouthful of blood from her. Her abdomen tightened, humming delightfully as she grew wetter. She wanted him. This wasn't seduction, it was torture. A terrible, pleasant kind of torture.
She watched the blood drip onto her breasts and her chest. When it touched the mark over her heart, it seeped back into her body. Valentine raised a brow at it and she did too, but before she could say anything, he stole her thoughts away. He licked around the underside of her breasts, chasing the rivulets of blood. Her muscles contracted and her arousal soared when he groaned, obviously getting as much pleasure from this as she was.
It was a struggle to keep her hands above her head when she wanted to grab hold of him and kiss him into oblivion. She wanted to taste his blood, wanted to lick it off every inch of him just as he was doing to her.
Her hips bucked up when he teased her arousal with one slender finger and she closed her eyes and sighed out her breath when he scraped an incisor over her chest, cutting her. He suckled the wound gently while his fingers played against her pert nub, edging
her towards a climax. Her body tensed, desperate to make the most of it and impatient. He stopped teasing her and she frowned but then moaned when he slid a finger inside of her soft folds. She arched her back off the bed, clamping down on his finger as it thrust into her. Her fingers shifted, digging into the pillow and gripping it tightly as she rocked against his finger. He ground his erection against her leg and she opened her eyes, meeting his and seeing the hunger in them. She moved her leg, silently begging him to be inside her.
He hesitated for a moment and then moved in between her legs. He nudged against her entrance and slowly slid inside, stretching her and making her shudder. When he leaned over her, she switched into her vampire guise, hungry for the taste of his blood and driven on by the smell of hers in the air.
He grinned and gave her slow, shallow thrusts while he brought his finger to her mouth. She moaned when he teased her lower lip with it, caressing it. She could taste the sweet metallic tang of her blood on it and couldn't stop herself from sucking it into her mouth. She caught it on one of her incisors and suckled greedily, drawing out what precious little blood she could get from it.
His eyes switched, gradually morphing from green into lapis blue. His movement inside her was painfully slow and deep. Delightful tingles swept through her each time their hips met, turning into fire in her veins. She sucked harder on his finger and his thrusts became quicker. He stared at her mouth with intent eyes, transfixed by what she was doing to his finger. Running her tongue along the length of it, she moaned when he rewarded her with a deeper thrust.
Her gaze dropped to his mouth when his lips parted, revealing his sharp canines. She stared at them, imagining the way it felt when he bit her, the incredible intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. The very idea of it alone had her clenching her muscles around his length, milking it and moving her hips against him in a search for release.
She closed her eyes and rolled her head to one side when he withdrew his finger from her mouth and eyed her neck. His hand moved up to hold her wrists painfully tightly, making them ache. The pain only added to the intense pleasure flowing through her, sweeping her away from the world and making everything disappear.
Stilling her hips, she focused on the smooth slide of his length as it drove into her and the way he eased his fangs into her neck. It was a slow bite and she was so focused on it that she could feel his incisors slicing through her flesh, penetrating her. She felt the moment the points found a vein; felt the first sharp pull he gave on her blood; felt her blood rush to him, dizzying her.
Keenly felt the intense connection between them.
His thrusts slowed and she moaned when he suckled softly on her neck. She listened to each sound he made and felt each pull on her blood he gave. Her body hummed with each one, crying out over the deliciousness of how it felt to have his teeth in her. His tongue lapped at her skin, sending shivers dancing across her neck and down her arms and spine.
He bit down again and her eyes shot open when he thrust hard into her at the same time and came. She clamped her legs around him, locking them behind his backside and holding him inside her as she rode out the last of his thrusts, trying to use the feeling of his length throbbing inside her to make herself cum.
He pulled out and she frowned. Her body ached, hungry for release.
She wondered what he was up to when he dragged her up into a sitting position, his hands still clamped around hers. He led her across the room and she followed in silence, too delirious with desire to care about where they were going.
She dazedly looked around the bathroom and raised her brows when he turned the shower on. He lured her into it, his smile still wicked. She grinned.
The water was hot as it cascaded over her. She tilted her head back to wet her hair and then ran her hands over it. Opening her eyes, she looked into Valentine's. His hair was wet and water was running down over his chest. She traced the rivulets with her fingers and then frowned when water stung the bite marks on her body.
Valentine gave her a concerned look and pulled her against him. He carefully licked the wound on her neck, growing hard again at the memory of biting her. He worked his way down, sealing each cut until he was kneeling in front of her. He looked up at her. The water from the shower was running down her like a waterfall, beading on her skin where the flow wasn't constant.
He licked the wounds on her thigh clean, suckling slowly for a moment before sealing them. Her blood was still strong, potent with the magic. It made him feel a little drunk.
Spreading her legs, he placed one of them over his shoulder and parted her soft lips. He darted his tongue inside and smiled when she moaned harshly, her legs tensing around him and raising her up. He lifted the other leg over his shoulder and held her against him. He flicked her pert nub with his tongue, groaning inside at the taste of their combined juices.
The water splashed off his back when she leaned into the wall for support, her hands coming down to hold his head between her legs. She rocked against his face as he licked and teased her.
He brought his hand around and slid one finger up inside her, pumping her while his tongue flicked her arousal. His erection bobbed when he felt her growing wetter around his finger and her thighs clamped around his head. Aching to be inside her, he pushed her legs apart and stood.
He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, burying his length in her in one swift move. Pressing her into the tiles of the shower, he slammed into her. Her fingers dug into his biceps and she moaned hotly in his ear. He buried his face in her neck, gritting his teeth and growling as he took her.
His fingers pressed into her flesh as hard as hers were into his. She breathed heavily against his throat, muttering words he couldn't make out and tensing.
She came with a shudder and convulsed against him, crying out her release loud enough that he was sure someone would hear. He held her tighter, riding out her orgasm and seeking his. The pace of his thrusts increased until he was slamming her into the wall with each one, harder and harder, faster and faster until he came with a cry of his own. His knees buckled as he moaned into her neck and he collapsed with her.
He panted into her throat and closed his eyes when she pressed kisses to his neck. He held her when she sunk her teeth into him, drinking softly.
Picking her up, he carried her out of the shower, turning it off. She didn't stop drinking, even when he dried off as much of her as he could reach and walked with her into the bedroom.
When he laid her down on the bed, she finally released him, licking the wounds and drawing back. He smiled into her eyes, and drew her to him. She hooked her leg over his, nestling her naked body close to his, and rested her head on his chest.
Wrapping his arms about her, he held her, his thumb lightly brushing against her arm as he watched her. She closed her eyes and sighed out her breath, and before long, she'd fallen asleep.
He swept the hair out of her face. He was glad she'd shown up on his doorstep tonight. Having her in his arms, and seeing in her eyes the way she felt about him, had gone a long way to reassure him that she really did love him, and that her feelings for him were more than they were for Venturi.
He pressed a kiss to her hair and closed his eyes.
He felt so much more relaxed now and he knew she did to. They'd needed this stolen night together, not only to reaffirm their feelings for each other, but to give them time away from the pressure of commanding their bloodlines.
And away from the stress of waiting for Elena to make a move.
Chapter 8
All around Prophecy, everything was tinted blue and grey. The garden looked dusty and the veranda was covered with cobwebs bigger than she'd ever seen. Tall Cyprus trees swayed silently in a breeze she couldn't feel. It all looked old and dusty, dead. The windows of the house were covered in a layer of filth, obscuring the dark interior. Her eyes ran over it, taking it all in while she tried to convince herself that she knew this place. It was familiar but unfamiliar at the same time.<
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"Don't be scared,” a familiar voice reached out to her, a faintest whisper on the breeze.
Warmth settled in her chest and she pressed her hand to it. “Mother?"
"Be strong."
"I'm trying to be...” She turned on the spot, hoping to see her mother, but there was nothing in the dead garden. Leaves silently blew past her, dull blue against the grey earth. Her skin prickled.
She went into the house, treading carefully on the wooden boards of the veranda in case they gave way.
Her eyes widened on seeing the inside. She recognised it as the place she'd seen in her previous vision. She'd been here with Valentine and after that it had all gotten crazy.
"It may seem bad, but everything happens for a reason, my child,” her mother said and she spun around to face the direction the whisper had come from.
There was a painting on the wall. She knew that delicately beautiful face and that serene smile.
"Mother?” she said quietly while staring at the painting. It was in colour while everything else was monochromatic. The landscape behind the figure of her mother was vivid green, making the pale dress her mother wore stand out. She smiled at the rich blood red hair that flowed around her mother's shoulders, and toyed with her own.
"Everything...” Her mother's lips moved.
A noise in the house sent a chill up Prophecy's spine and made her freeze. She reached her senses out, trying to see if she was still alone.
"You'll save him,” her mother said. “Like he saved you."
Prophecy turned on sensing something nearby and was surprised to see Valentine standing in front of her. She smiled and went to move towards him but a sharp pain in her chest made her stop. It ripped through her, tearing along every nerve and making the marks on her body throb.
The smile dropped from her face when she looked down and saw a sword sticking through her chest. Her eyes followed the length of it up and cold dread dropped like a weight into her heart when she saw that Valentine was holding it.
He grinned maliciously and twisted the sword.
