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

by Daniela Jackson

  “Okay, fair enough.” One of her eyebrows rises.

  I perch on the bed and pull her into my lap. “Now, eat.”

  Zorica straddles my lap as she runs the back of her hand up and down the side of my throat. Her fangs lengthen, and her eyes gleam with scarlet. She touches my neck with her lips, but I wind her hair around my fist and tip her face up to mine.

  “With my dick inside you, Zorica.”

  “But our daughter and your brother—“

  “I said something.”

  Brad knows we need ten minutes of privacy. I can hear them playing outside the house.

  I stroke Zorica’s breast and twist her nipple, forcing a sweet moan from her throat. Her tiny hand travels to the front of my jeans and she opens them. My hard cock springs free.

  My wife rises on her tiptoes and impales herself on my shaft. Her heat and tightness sheath me. I clutch at her hips as her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, sending an electric current to my toes. I grind her against my groin, watching pain and pleasure sharpen her face.

  Zorica

  His lips capture mine and he sucks on my lower lip. His cock is so long and thick. Almost too big. I’m rooted. Full and stretched. I’m bathing in the dark mixture of sensations.

  I need to feel the whole length of him. I need to merge with him. Our tongues dance, our mouths connected. A flame of desire seizes my being. It burns fiercely, darkens, and goes feral. I bite into Declan’s neck with the fury of a starving predator. Dense decadent hotness goes down my throat and fills my veins. I feel so alive. So wild. Unstoppable.

  I tear my mouth off Declan’s neck and move my ass up and down. He gasps as his expression sharpens. His cock thickens inside me as he spills his seed. His body trembles against mine as two streams of blood trickle down his chest.

  I love him so much.

  Strength and anger blast inside of me and invade every cell of my body. He’s my husband. I’m his wife. We’re a family. I will fight for my happiness.

  His hand travels to my cheek. “Love your attitude,” he says.

  “What?”

  “You want to fight for us.”

  “I didn’t say that, Declan.”

  “No?”

  “No.”

  His eyes widen, but he says nothing.

  I slip away from his lap and rummage around the room to pick up my clothes. His come trickles out of my pussy, so I grab a tissue and wipe my inner thigh.

  We make ourselves ready, but it’s like a dance. Our bodies almost touch; they sizzle, twirl, and shimmer with love and passion.

  “How old are you?” Declan asks.

  “Three hundred.”

  He whistles. “I’m a baby to you.”

  I chuckle. “So you should listen to me and obey me.”

  “You are to obey me, woman.” His burning eyes lock on mine. “You were born for me. Three hundred years? Untouched and only for me.”

  “I’ve been faithful to you, Declan. I never even looked at another man. I’m always for you. Only for you.”

  He nods, the love for me so bright in his eyes.

  Declan

  I sit behind the steering wheel and Zorica sits in the passenger seat with Neve. The little shit looks very excited.

  It takes us almost thirty hours to reach the compound because of Zorica’s need for a day rest. As I arrive at the compound in the late evening, my brothers greet me in front of the clubhouse—each of them with a wide grin on their face.

  Neve jumps out of the truck, supported by Zorica, and turns her head in every direction. My grandfather approaches her and pulls her into his arms.

  “You know who I am?” Prez asks as he lifts her off the ground.

  “I know,” Neve says, hopping in his arms. “I saw you in my dream. You’re my great-granddad.”

  Prez widens his eyes as the boys shoot me confused glances. Zorica clings to me. I think she feels overwhelmed by the sight of my brothers and the clubhouse that rises in front of us. The building that accommodates it was once a castle owned by a noble family. They were erased by a horde of vampires. My grandfather and his boys came here, smashed the vampires, and took over the castle.

  “You,” Prez juts his chin out towards Zorica. “You’ll give me five more little things like your daughter.”

  The boys erupt into laughter.

  “Be quiet, you toads,” Prez says. “Can’t you see? This is happening right here, right now. The world is gonna change. This little hunter is a sign. A sign of the change. There’ll be no Order in the future. Only justice. Justice for all the species. No more murder. No more innocent blood spilled.”

  “Aye,” all the boys murmur with one voice.

  I kiss Zorica’s head. “I’m happy to produce fifteen little hunters like Neve.”

  “You’d better take your wife to your house so she can rest, you lover boy,” Prez says.

  Zorica

  I can’t speak. I can’t move.

  The castle glitters in the dimness of the late evening like it’s been brought from a fantasy land. Three towers loom over the area as arched windows with stained glass give it the air of mystery. A beautiful place. Inaccessible and very safe.

  My mother told me about hunters like them. She said that one day a wave of tsunami would smash the Order.

  Declan grabs Neve and throws her at Brad who shelters her in his bear-like embrace. I like him. He looks like a rough Viking, but he has a heart of gold.

  Declan grabs my hand and pulls me towards a three-storey stone house with sash windows and black shutters.

  “I need a good sleep,” he says.

  I know he’s tired. I know Neve is safe with Brad. I know I’m safe here.

  We enter the house and the smell of dust brushes against my nostrils. A few cobwebs adorn the walls like delicate silver necklaces. Declan grips the back of my neck. His hot lips touch my temple.

  “We’ll have a shower,” he says. “I’ll have a sandwich and we’ll go to bed.” His arm wraps around me as a low growl leaves his mouth. “We’ll fuck and then we’ll fuck again. And again.”

  “What about our daughter?”

  “My dad and granddad can look after her for a day or two. Those two old gits need entertainment, and the little shit is very entertaining.” He inhales me. “God, I missed you so much.” His voice falters. “I love you so much.”

  Tears trickle down from the corners of my eyes. “I’ll be a good wife to you, I promise.”

  “Just say you love me.”

  “I love you, Declan.”

  We kiss like it’s our first and last kiss and Declan shows me around. Old wood adorns the ceilings and walls and the smell of it brings memories to my head.

  My parents were both Moras.

  The images of their happiness fill my head as I climb a narrow stairwell and slide my hand over the stone wall with arched niches. My parents danced and laughed and talked about their happy future. They cherished every moment of their life together.

  We enter a bedroom with antique furniture and gas lamps held by two side tables. A four-poster bed with a canopy stands in the middle.

  “A king’s bedroom,” I say and purr.

  “You like it here?”

  “I love it here.”

  “There’re six bedrooms and three bathrooms. Two kitchens, two storage rooms and a big garden.” Declan wraps his arms around me from behind. “A large basement.”

  “The echoes of the past.”

  “What?”

  “It’s just a blurry sensation, but I think a big happy family lived in here in the past.”

  “As happy as ours?”

  “As happy as ours.”

  Chapter 7

  Zorica

  Our wedding ceremony takes place in the castle’s main garden.

  I’m wearing a beautiful white gown with a draped hem and beaded bodice. It’s two hundred years old—a gift from my father-in-law, Colin. The necklace glowing around my neck is a gift from
Hugh. The pearls are five hundred years old. I’m holding a bouquet of red and white roses—a gift from Declan. Every evening, the smell of roses and his kisses wake me. I told him it would be easier for him to grow roses in our garden instead of buying them, and he liked the idea.

  Declan is wearing his jeans and cut on top of a white shirt. He hates wearing shirts with stiff collars—every cell of his body oozes it, but he masks it with his signature grin.

  Torches burn around us as the swishing sound of their fierce flames mingles with the murmur of the hunters’ voices. A chill bites my exposed shoulders. Thin streaks of mist wreath the plants illuminated by the silver light of the moon. Hugh growls to silence the attendants and pronounces us husband and wife.

  We kiss like nobody is watching us.

  Declan leans over me and scoops me up into his arms. He carries me over to the bar, jumping from the wide stone terraces that hold plants, three pergolas, and wooden benches. We tumble inside it, kissing and laughing. After the toast and wedding cake, Declan’s dad brands me. My husband’s wish. His fantasy to be precise. I like my tattoo though. It makes me belong to Declan even more. It reads that I’m his property, but that’s how bikers get married, so I’m thrilled about it.

  We eat and drink and dance. Hugh is looking after Neve, or at least is trying to because her granddad tries to kidnap her at every opportunity.

  We’re going to live in that beautiful house that was once the gardener’s house. I found their photos in the basement—a family of seven. Brad made beautiful frames for me and I hung the photos in the living room. Ours will join them soon. Yes, I can be photographed unlike undeads.

  I’m still learning about the clubhouse and its rules. There are human women here—two blondes, three brunettes and one redhead. They’re unaware of the club members’ true identity.

  They’re waitresses, cooks and cleaners. In the meantime, they’re entertainment.

  Well… The boys need them. My husband doesn’t.

  I’ve asked him about them once, but he was so furious with me I wish I hadn’t.

  “You think I want those skunks, Zorica?” he yelled. “How can you even ask me about them? I wouldn’t touch them even with a five foot pole.”

  “I just wanted to know who they are, Declan.”

  “They’re bar trash.”

  “They’re useful to the club members. Don’t call them like that. This is rude.”

  “You’re not interested in women, are you?” He looked at me with suspicion.

  “My God, Declan. You’re impossible.”

  “I’m not. I’m only interested in my little Mora.”

  Right. Everything is crystal clear between us.

  I move on my husband’s lap as his hot lips wander on my neck. The smell of vodka rises to my nostrils, blending with the allure of his light sweat and the temptation of his blood.

  “Zorica,” Declan says into my ear. “Let’s go.”

  “Where do you want to go?” I turn to face him.

  “To our house.”

  “This is our wedding. We can’t just leave. Our guests—“

  “Yes, this is our wedding and I want to start my wedding night.”

  I roam my eyes over the bar. Brads grabs Neve and throws her over his shoulder. He carries her over to the exit as her giggles fill my ears and diffuse into me in a pure joyful light. Right. She’s being taken care of.

  “Zorica,” Declan demands. His hand slipping under my corset feels even more demanding.

  I flop from his lap and pinch the hem of my gown. Declan wraps his arms around me from behind and moves me towards the exit. All the men hoot and howl and yell. Male primeval joy pricks my skin. They’re crude and wild men but they know what brotherhood means.

  Declan scoops me up into his arms and carries me out of the bar. He strides across the parking lot and then along the path that leads to our house. His boots thump against the cobblestones. A chill bites my cheeks as we bath in the fog.

  “You’re a hunter’s wife, Zorica.”

  “So?”

  “There’re rules when you’re a hunter’s wife.”

  “I’m all ears.”

  He’ll probably tell me not to ask about club business and not to freak out when he’s away.

  Declan kicks the front door of our house open and we enter the dark hall. He carries me over to the living room and lays me on the Persian carpet spread on the stone floor. I watch him add a few twigs into the fire burning in the stone fireplace. They crackle as the smell of resins wafts through the air. Declan removes his cut and shakes off his shirt.

  I sit up as he sits down in front of me.

  A grin crosses his face. “Dance for me.”

  “What about the rules, Declan?”

  “This is one of them. You dance for me when I tell you to.”

  “Ah, so this is what it’s all about.”

  I rise to my feet and sway in front of him. My arms in an arc, I sweep them down to my hip and up again so my clenched hands are above my head.

  “Naked, Zorica.” Declan is sitting with his knee bent and his elbow propped on it. “You always dance naked.”

  I reach to the back of my bodice with my hands and unclasp it. It falls to the floor with a rustle. I remove my corset and toss it to the corner of the room. My breasts wave as I remove my skirt and wiggle out of my petticoat.

  “The stockings stay on,” Declan says as feral possessiveness seeps into his voice. His predatory glance eats every inch of my body.

  I slide my panties down and step out of them. “You want a lap dance?”

  He nods as he sits on the sofa. “Yeah, a lap dance would do me good.”

  I move closer to him and sway my hips. His eyes start burning with silver as he opens his jeans and his hard cock springs free. The fire from the fireplace gives him a menacing appearance. He gives his cock a squeeze and a pearly drop of precum emerges from the tip. His eyes never leave mine. I turn around and rub my ass up and down his crotch.

  “Suck me, my little Mora.” His voice is raspy with dangerous dark need.

  I kneel down between his knees and hold his cock, wrapping my mouth around the head.

  “You will suck me whenever you’re told to,” he rasps.

  “Another rule?”

  He grunts in response.

  I draw his cock into my mouth and gag. Declan winds my hair around his fist and pushes my head down. His cock fills my mouth. I can’t breathe.

  “You’re a hunter’s wife, Zorica.” Rough dominance darkens his voice.

  I know.

  I’m skilled enough to make my hunter a happy man.

  I hold the base of his cock with my hand and swirl my tongue around the head. Declan growls. His precum layers the tip of my tongue. I swallow the musky saltiness and bob my head up and down his length. I gag again. Tears prick my eyes.

  Declan pulls out of my mouth and tumbles me over so I’m on all fours. I feel his scorching breath between my thighs, igniting every nerve in my body. He runs his tongue along my slit and thrusts it into my pussy. I shiver. My pussy is so drenched I feel my juices trickle down my inner thigh.

  His tongue penetrates me as his thumb massages my clitoris. I’m so close to my peak. So hungry for his blood.

  His mouth touches my ass cheek, and he a dips a finger into my juices.

  “Your every hole is mine, Zorica.”

  I feel his wet finger circle my tight hole and slip in, knuckle deep. I hiss at the sting of pain, but I obey.

  He works my tight opening gently, stretching me in circles. His finger goes deeper.

  I’m a biker’s wife, and I love it.

  I spread my knees wider as two of Declan’s fingers stretch me gently.

  “Good girl,” he rasps, pumping his fingers in and out.

  Tension builds in my tummy.

  Declan pulls his fingers out and shoves his cock into my pussy. A moan escapes his mouth as my walls sheath his length. He thrusts into me two times and pulls out. I feel
the head of his cock press into my tight opening. His hand grips the back of my neck and he pushes me down so my shoulders dip.

  He pushes in, burying the head of his cock inside me. A searing pain slices through me. A growl leaves Declan’s mouth and I feel him struggle to control himself.

  “Fuck, Zorica, you’re so tight.”

  He rocks his hips as he buries his cock inside me, balls deep. The pain is agonising. My throat pulses. My insides twist and burn.

  Declan pulls me up as his wrist covers my mouth. I sink my fangs into his flesh and insanity takes possession of my mind and body, as his blood goes down my throat. It’s so intense my moans fill the air.

  I’m on all fours back again. My body trembles in decadent ecstasy as Declan thrusts into me. I feel so full. So high. I’m all white explosion.

  His moan brings me back to reality. He fucks me fast and hard until his cum fills me up.

  “Mine,” he growls.

  We lie down on the sofa, clenched tight together. We kiss until Declan emits a low growl and rises to his feet, holding me in his arms. We shower and make love in our bedroom.

  Two days pass like a hot frantic dream. The whole house smells of our love.

  In the late evening, Hugh visits us. I’m tidying up the kitchen and Declan is having a shower. I gesture for the president to sit at the table and I put the kettle on. My red kimono robe rustles as I make a cup of tea.

  “Neve is staying with me for a week,” Hugh says. He grunts like a predator. “That’s not negotiable.”

  I nod as I sit down beside him. “And then Colin wants her for a week.”

  “You see, you’ll fit in here.” A grin crosses his face. “You just enjoy your honeymoon.” He holds my hand in his and squeezes it gently. “You’re one of us.” It sounds like a vow.

  “Thank you so very much.”

  “You’ll help us to get rid of the scumbags.”

  “I’m happy to support you with my knowledge and skills.”

  “Tell me about your skills, sweetheart.”

  “I’m a vampire. I learn fast; I move fast.” Sadness pricks my heart. “I lost my parents too early to learn more about my kind. I’m not as strong as undeads but I think I can be useful to you. Not a lot, but—“

  “I was once a scribe, Zorica. I can assure you that you can do much much more.”