Zorica and Declan: Restless Spades MC (A Bad Boy Paranormal Vampire Romance)

by Daniela Jackson

“What?”

  “Moras are irresistible to hunters. You just want to fuck her like an animal.”

  “You look at her, Brad, I fucking break your cervical spine. Hands away from my woman or you’re dead.”

  There’s this wild, furious possessiveness raging and yelling inside of me. Chanting ‘mine’. I want to kill every man in the world.

  Brad shakes his head. “Take her someplace safe. The scumbags are in the area. They just killed our vampire for us, but they are ruthless scumbags, you know. They can sense her.”

  Brad is a pure breed like the scumbags. I’m a bit diluted. Too diluted to sense her in the way Brad can sense her.

  The scumbags don’t mix with other species. This is forbidden.

  Brad and I have the same agility and the same sharpness of senses, but I’m more rebellious than him. Yep, the human blood from my grandmother.

  “You want to kill her?” I ask in a quiet voice.

  He looks at me like I’m a fucking lunatic. “No, why would I? I’m no scumbag. I made my choice.”

  “I—“

  “Declan, there’s no time to waste, brother. If the scumbags find out—“

  “No fucking way are they going to find out about her.” I rise to my feet. My heart flutters. “I’m taking her to the clubhouse.”

  Suddenly, it seems like taking Zorica to the clubhouse is the only way. The only way to keep her safe. The only way to keep her close. The. Only. Way.

  “To the clubhouse?”

  “Hugh will probably make a fuss, but it’s the safest place I know. I’m his only grandson. He won’t refuse me.”

  “Yeah, I know, but you’re taking her as whom?” Brad grins at me. The motherfucker looks like he has fun at my expense. “As whom, Declan?”

  “As an innocent woman in need of protection.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “As my old lady. Happy?”

  Suddenly everything is so fucking clear in my mind. Why wouldn’t I want such a cute thing to warm my bed every night?

  Brad chuckles, mumbles something under his breath and then nods several times. “I’ll watch the scumbags until you’re both at a safe distance.”

  “Thanks, brother.”

  Brad pats my shoulder. “Go to your woman.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Take your time. Undeads will be taken care of... by the others… who are still single…” He puts his hand on his stomach and grumbles.

  I wait until he stifles his laughter and I shoot him a warning glance.

  Brad nods at me. “Who would think—“

  “Fuck off.”

  “Go back to your woman.”

  I salute him even though I can’t get the reason for his amusement, and I run over to the elevator.

  Right. I’m a married man. It doesn’t hurt as one would expect. It’s just… pleasant. And stressful as fuck. I’ve never been stressed about any chick in my life. I’ve never had this fucking flutter in my heart.

  Zorica has changed everything.

  I’m kind of shaky. And fucking emotional. Very fucking weird.

  Chapter 4

  Zorica

  The hunters—those from the Order in particular—are… were forbidden to love us. When they do, we become their heart and conscience. We weaken them. We make them soft, conflicted. Useless for the Order.

  That’s why the majority of them just enjoyed our bodies and never allowed themselves to have feelings for us.

  We mate for life.

  If our mate doesn’t love us back, we become dark Moras. We become monsters like other kinds of vampires.

  Declan doesn’t want to love me, and I already love him. It’s so sad and so romantic at the same time—like human romantic movies. I cry when I’m watching them.

  I’d cry over my unfulfilled love, if I had time for this. But I don’t. I have to go. I have to be very far from Declan.

  I have my little purpose in life. I’m going to keep helping humans.

  I crawl from the bed and pick up my clothes. I pull them on and walk out of the room. My movements are springy and light, my feet dancing, barely touching the floor. I’m happy. And I’m sad. An invisible force yanks me back—this is my yearning for Declan, but I move forward.

  I just can’t. Declan is my mate, but I’m not his mate. I’m an encounter for him.

  I press the red button of the elevator with my thumb. Dried blood covers my clothes so I need to change them as soon as I can.

  The door opens with a ding, and I step in. The hairs on my back rise for some mysterious reason.

  A hand grips the back of my neck. My heart stops beating and I feel dizzy. The smell of male light sweat and danger drifts up to my nostrils.

  “Going somewhere?” Declan growls into my ear and pushes me at the back wall of the elevator.

  I turn around. “It was nice to meet you, but I should go carry on with my life.”

  He leans towards me. It feels like I’m looking up at a tower. His lips slam on mine as his tongue strokes mine, and my knees buckle. Declan grips my waist to steady me, his body pressed against mine.

  “I’m taking you to the clubhouse,” Declan says between one kiss and another as his hand squeezes my ass. “You’ll love it there.”

  “You’re very nice, and I’m very grateful, but—“

  The wet sound of our kisses fills the air, and it feels like we’re somewhere else.

  The elevator stops and Declan pulls me out of it. He drags me outside the hotel, grasps my waist and sits me on his bike.

  “It’s 1.30 a.m., Declan. I have to go to my place to have my day rest.”

  “We’ll stop in a motel when the sun starts rising.”

  He jumps on the bike and starts the engine. I jerk my arms up to wrap them around his chest. Declan revs up the engine, and we shoot into the misty darkness.

  I’ve had two bikes in life. It’s fun riding them. The wind will smack your face and the sense of freedom will fill you.

  I cling to Declan like my life depends on it. I’m obedient. Declan is too fast, too strong. Even now, I’m no match for him. If I escaped, he’d catch me within two, three minutes.

  I decide to enjoy the ride and his company.

  We’ll have a serious chat later.

  He knows very little about my kind so I need to enlighten him. He will understand.

  I hope so.

  Declan

  I stop in front of a shitty motel in some shithole and I drag her inside it. We check-in, waking up a one-hundred-year old receptionist, and we go to our room. I draw orange curtains together and watch Zorica lift the edge of a duvet.

  “Take your clothes off,” I say.

  “I have no nightdress—“

  “I’ll buy you something tomorrow, I promise.” She remains frozen so I thrust my chin out. “What are you waiting for? Your clothes are dirty.”

  She hesitates, so I stride over to her and tear her clothes off. She doesn’t protest. I’m the strength and authority here. I peel off my clothes as she watches me with wide eyes. Putting my cut on a narrow table, I move closer to her and I grasp her waist. I shove her onto the bed. We lie down on our sides, facing each other. Her eyes become imperceptive like she’s bathing in the dreamy lake of her thoughts. I pull her naked form to me, turning her over, so her back rests against my chest.

  I’ll bring her to my favourite lake one night. We’ll swim and fuck in the sliver light cast by the moon.

  Zorica yawns like she’s five and squirms in my arms.

  “You’re really cute, you know,” I say.

  Her ass feels delicious against my abs—it’s tiny but round. I glide my palm over the indent of her waist and then massage her firm globe.

  “I need my day sleep, Declan.” It comes out on a murmur.

  “I know.”

  She curls up into a ball and sighs. Her breathing slows down. She shudders and then her muscles relax. I roll over on my back, grasp her and pull her onto chest so she’s sprawled on me. She’s fast asleep. I stroke her back up
and down. My little Mora. My little fawn. Only mine.

  I’m kind of pissed off that she needs her day rest now. I’d fuck her brains out otherwise. I allow myself to stroke her arm up and down. Her skin is warm to touch unlike that of the undeads we hunt. They are dead. Even deader during their day rest.

  Zorica is pleasantly warm. And soft as fuck. The softest think I’ve ever touched. As tiny as a fawn. My dick twitches at the thought of how tight her cunt would feel. I’ve never fucked such a cute tiny thing. I can’t wait to.

  Zorica

  The wetness and heat around my nipple wake me. A hot breeze brushes across my throat. No, it’s not a breeze—it’s a scorching breath. I open my eyes as a masculine scent envelops me like a blanket. The tip of a tongue circles my nipple and teeth bite down on it. I moan with pleasure. A hot mouth plants kisses up to my throat as facial hair scratches my skin, and a massive frame crushes mine. Blazing eyes lock on mine. I’m beneath Declan. I’m naked and beneath his naked body. In the captivity of his arms, in the torturous trap of his kisses. I squirm, but there’s no escape. Declan kisses my neck and nibbles on my earlobe.

  “You want to eat first or fuck first?” he asks, his voice raspy with desire.

  “None.” It comes out in a whisper.

  I can’t allow myself to drink more of his blood because feeding on him will bind me to him more and more each time. We have to part our ways—I know this now. We have to be far from each other before I demand that he love me for eternity. It’s like a dangerous addiction.

  He grazes my chin and my lips part. My fangs lengthen as the impatience pulsating inside me causes my heart to beat faster.

  “My naughty little Mora is hungry, isn’t she?”

  “I have to go, Declan.”

  He inserts his thumb into my mouth and pierces it with my fang. I gasp as the first drop of his blood touches my tongue like the promise of dark pleasure. It’s even more intense than previously—a jolt of dense caramel decadence. His cock throbbing at my inner thigh makes me feel insane. Ravenous.

  Declan rubs his bleeding thumb against my lower lip, and I moan as I lick his blood.

  “You want more, Zorica?”

  “I want more,” I growl as dark impatience seizes my blood like a fire from hell.

  “Give me that sweet little pussy of yours and I’ll give you more of my blood. We got a deal?”

  I growl. My whole body’s burning, aching for his. “I can’t, Declan.”

  He lifts my upper lip with his forefinger and pierces his fingertip with my fang. A tiny drop of his blood settles on my tongue. I feel even madder. My core throbs. I’m drenched between my thighs.

  “It’s not fair,” I growl.

  I feel the head of his cock slide up and down my wet slit.

  “I’ll feed you when I’m inside you,” Declan says. “It’ll be more fun.” He kisses my forehead. “For both of us. We got a deal?”

  I squirm beneath him as his hot mouth covers mine, and our tongues dance together in a primal rhythm.

  My knees flex, and I spread my legs wide apart. I want to rip his artery out and shove his cock into my pussy myself.

  “No,” I gasp even though every atom of my body screams out ‘yes’.

  “Are you sure, sweetheart?” Declan’s husky voice teases me and makes me turn into a burning, leaking ball of desire.

  I’m all mating instinct, nothing more.

  I feel his finger spread the lips of my pussy and massage my sensitive point. I wiggle at the jolt of pleasure, but his frame immobilises me. Our glances meet and the fire in his eyes almost consumes me. So, this is what humans call a ravenous desire. I want to drown in our primal hunger, and I don’t. It’s like there’s a war inside me.

  “Zorica,” Declan rasps, and I see torment on his face.

  I want to take it away from him.

  “I will buy you flowers, I promise,” he says, cupping my cheek with his palm as he eases his weight onto his elbow. “I will be nice to you.” He plants a kiss on my mouth. “Good to you. I can learn to be a nice guy. I can learn that for you.”

  I don’t understand what he’s talking about. My mind pulsates. My core pulsates. Everything inside and outside me pulses and gets denser, hotter. Unbearable.

  I need his blood. I need his cock inside me. I need to merge with him or I’ll kill someone.

  “Okay,” I gasp.

  I need to feed.

  I need his cock to wreck me.

  I need to belong to him.

  And I will.

  Right here and now.

  Nothing else matters to me in this moment.

  Declan lowers his head, his mouth moulding to mine. I feel his tongue thrust in, explore, and take possession of me. I feel my heels dig into his lower back as I urge him to give me… more.

  Then I feel him line his cock up with my entrance. My body burns, sings a primal chant for his. He kisses my lips tenderly and pushes in. I suck in a breath as he buries the head of his cock inside me and almost rips me apart. I can’t move because his body is crushing mine. I just gasp at the burning pain radiating from my pussy.

  Declan slides out and then shoves his cock in, burying his whole length inside me.

  My heart jumps to my throat. I’m all pain. He’s too big to fit.

  I start panting, my voice trapped in my throat. Sweat pricks my forehead and my upper lip. My thighs shake as my heels dig into the mattress.

  “Zorica, try to relax.”

  He doesn’t sound like he’s concerned. He sounds like he likes doing this to me.

  Tears flow from my eyes as he moves his hips against mine and goes deeper. My body slides against the mattress, my eyes fixed on his. A burning agony slices my bottom.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “So good with you.”

  He wraps my thigh around his waist and stops moving. His eyes radiate an elemental hunger. An unstoppable hunger, a menacing hunger. He’s a feral beast that takes what’s his without remorse. But this is what happens when Moras are mating. I’m all elemental need to yield myself to him, to shatter, to explode.

  Declan slides his hand under my neck and sits up, pulling me with him. I’m impaled on his enormous cock, limp in his embrace, as he pushes my head towards his neck. The murmur coming from his artery causes my whole being to turn into a dark hunger. The smell of his sweat makes me feel insane. I bite into his neck and his blood fills my mouth. Bliss surges through me as I dig my heels into the mattress. I drink greedily, moaning, until my body arches and my pussy spasms around Declan’s cock. His body trembles against mine. Our moans blend, and his cock thickens. He fills me up with his hot cum.

  I slump into his embrace, and he shelters me with his muscular arms, kissing me on the top of my head. He tumbles me down so I lie on my back and he’s on top of me. His cock is still rock-hard inside me, but the pain is gone. There’s only this delirious sensation of being stretched and full.

  Declan eases his weight onto his elbow and puts my thigh around his hip.

  “I haven’t finished yet,” he says, elemental need coating his husky voice.

  I don’t know whether I see an angel or a ruthless killer. A knight or a beast. He’s everything.

  He’s everything to me.

  He grabs my ass and thrusts into me. A jolt of pleasure surges through me. I throw my arms over my head as my body arches beneath his.

  So this is what fucking feels like—this torturous tension builds in your tummy and seeks relief, blends with something primal and something good. I don’t know where I end and where he begins. We’re as one—one body, one breath, one heat. One impatience. One need for release.

  “Zorica,” Declan moans, picking up the pace.

  I feel euphoric and frustrated. I feel the orange glow of the love blooming inside of me.

  Our bodies sway together, dance together, slap against each other. My being is all throbbing hotness. My surroundings are bubbly hot.

  Declan grips my hip and deepens his thrusts. He fucks me fa
st and hard. It hurts, but I ascend. I shatter.

  I scream out his name.

  Then he cries out mine.

  Our bodies tremble as the sounds of our heavy breaths enclose us in a tiny reality.

  “I love you,” I say.

  Declan chuckles and drops his head onto my shoulder. His sweaty forehead slides against my skin.

  “We have to go,” Declan says.

  “I want to go back to my place.”

  “Do we have to go through this again?”

  “You got what you wanted, so I thought—“

  “Yes, I got what I wanted.”

  Sadness pricks my heart.

  I don’t regret anything though.

  I was the happiest woman on the face of the earth if only for a moment. I know what a passionate love feels like, what being a mate feels like. That’s a lot.

  I will be a dark Mora soon.

  I guess it’s time for me to go and watch my first ever sunrise. I don’t want to kill humans. I love them too much.

  Declan tickles my chest with his fingers and buries his face into my neck. His hot breath burns a path across my skin.

  “I want four babies,” he says as he plants a kiss on my cheek. “No, five. Five little Moras. I’ll teach them to ride a bike, you know.”

  “I can give you only five little hunters.” My voice halts. I shake my head as the realisation of what he just said to me bangs against my brain. My heart thunders in my chest. “Why do you want to have babies with me?”

  “You know, when people get married they have babies.” He kisses me on the cheek again. “Hurry.”

  I stiffen. “You want to marry me? Why would you do that?”

  “Zorica, baby, get your sweet little ass out of the bed.” He kisses my lips and rolls off me.

  I feel like a rock has struck at me—I’m dizzy and nauseous. And happy. Declan shoves me off the bed, and I pull fresh clothes on, a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt. My muscles shiver, my hands as stiff as benches of a tree.

  Declan goes to the bathroom. I hear streams of water and then the sound of the toilet being flushed, followed by the murmur of water in the washbasin. Strange. It feels like we’re married. A very pleasant feeling. Very human.

  Declan walks out. “I bought you some stuff when you were asleep.”