Snow Covered Moon

by L M Adams

  Mine.

  I surge forward in womanly jealousy. I’m really no better than Lucien with the jealousy thing. Like shit you’d ever get me to admit it.

  I let my fangs slip and my eyes glow as I walk up to Jack and reach below his shirt trickling my power into him. I wish I hadn’t removed the lust lace now. Because I want to start that lace until he is at my knees begging me for release.

  “Margarité, my mistress, Jaevia,” he says in a small voice closing his eyes.

  “I apologize, Mistress Jaevia. I did not know Jack had been claimed.” She says, casting her eyes downward.

  I pour more lust into him filling his sacral chakra slowly until I hear him begging me.

  “Please Mistress, I meant no disrespect.” I relent then and take my hand from beneath his shirt.

  I take a deep breath. Well, I’m a shit. But to be honest I feel no remorse. I don’t like how the woman had rubbed against him like that. Like he was hers to do with as she willed.

  Something in me knows it’s a childish emotion.

  I huff a breath and find the grace to say, “Its fine,” to the both of them. Neither of them looks like they believe me, however. Hell, I don’t believe me.

  “Margarité, you couldn’t have known, it’s to be made official tonight. We are here so that I can be dressed appropriately for the occasion. Please call me Jae.” I do my best to sound sincere and apologetic. She looks up to me, wide eyed. The girl is expecting me to claim insult and demand to punish her. Goddess save me from masochistic horny vampires.

  Jack smiles and leans down and kisses me full on the mouth and then whispers in my ear, although, I know Margarité will be able to hear anyway.

  “Thank you, Jae, for claiming me. It means more to me than you’d ever know.” He straightens and walks over to the clothes. Seemingly pleased at my irrational jealousy.

  Margarité looks at me. I shrug my shoulder. “He’s mine,” I say; she nods her head.

  After a bit, Margarité calms down, finally realizing I’m really not going to claim insult, and begins to talk to Jack enthusiastically about ideas. I go find a chair to sit in.

  He holds up a deep purple corset with black lace trim. It is pretty and it is my color. I nod my head, he smiles.

  “I think a black leather skirt would be perfect for it, knee length, and shoes. We need shoes.” Jack says turning to Margarité. She walks off looking for a leather skirt in my size.

  “I need you to try on the corset, Jae, they are tricky to size. I’ll lace you up.” Jack says smiling over at me. I roll my eyes, get up and beat a path to the dressing room.

  I strip off my jacket and top and he unhooks my bra. “I thought I told you not to wear a bra today, Jae,” he says, reaching around and rolling my nipple between his fingers. He pinches it lightly. I rub my ass against him, inviting him to play. I brace myself on the full-sized mirror that takes up the wall in front of me. My mouth is so close, breath so hot it fogs.

  The breath hitches in my throat as he grabs me around my waist with the other arm not letting go of my nipple, he pinches it harder, I moan in pain and in pleasure. We’ve been playing this back-and-forth dom/sub game all day. I let him because I still feel like a shit for what I’d done in front of Margarité. He kisses my neck softly and unbuttons my jeans, pulling them down, stripping me naked.

  “Open your eyes, Jae,” he whispers in my ear. I open my eyes and look at my reflection. My light brown creamy legs are spread open, dark curls where they meet. My flat, faintly muscled stomach moves from the force of my breathing. My breasts are heavy and nipples peaked in desire. My eyes glow with power. My hair is wild around my face.

  Jack’s pale white skin is a beautiful complement to my own complexion. His fangs are down, pupils dilated. He moves his hand to my curls probing with his fingers the slick wetness that’s gathered there. He strokes me and teases me again and again until I’m whimpering in need. Every time I close my eyes, he pinches my nipple harshly again.

  “Please, Jack,” I moan as I peak again and he stops, not letting me find release.

  “You beg me for something that is yours to take? If you are the more dominant, then take what you want.” He strokes me again and again not letting me find release. I don’t understand what he wants. I look at him through the mirror with a questioning look. My body needs to find release.

  “Is this how you’ll be with Madame? Will you beg her tonight?” He slips two fingers inside me then finding my spot he rubs it slowly; not nearly fast enough to bring me, but just enough to keep me on the edge. I hate him.

  “You’re in control,” I strangle out.

  “Why am I in control Jae? You just had me calling you Mistress and begging you fifteen minutes ago. Why am I in control now?” He uses his thumb to rub the bud of my desire and still keeps stroking inside of me. Because you let him be.

  I grab his hand then and start to flood him with my power. “No Jae, if you can’t take control without that, then you don’t deserve to be my Mistress. You’ll be the Madame’s play thing and she will use you as such.” His voice is harsh and angry.

  I can do angry. I throw open the door I keep my anger behind, my despair, my succubus. It’s funny, they all wallow around in the same area of my psyche. I turn my body, backhanding him across the face with the force of the momentum behind the turn.

  “You think to be my Master, Jack?” I smack him again. I grab him by the throat and push him back onto the dressing room door with a thud. “You tempt things inside me you do not understand, vampire.” My voice is low, sultry and dangerous.

  “Oh yes, I understand; they call to me. They will call to her,” he says with a voice that lets me know he’s enjoying this very much. My heart beats so slow I can count the thuds. Hurt him more. No! He’d enjoy it, we’d enjoy it. Goddess I’m tempted by the devil every day. I groan low in my throat trying to close that door I’d so haphazardly thrown open.

  I slowly pull back my shaking hand and let it drop to my side. This isn’t right. I know he wants this but I can’t lose control. That would be very dangerous for everyone around me.

  “This is what I mean, Jae. You start, you stop. You do something then feel bad about it. Stop feeling guilty for the things you desire. I would never have been able to take control if you hadn’t felt bad about punishing me in front of Margarité. If you do that tonight, she will own you. You cannot crack, you cannot doubt yourself, you can’t feel guilty. You have to be relentless. You have to take what is yours by right of might from her screaming body,” he says looking down at me; blood is drying in one corner of his mouth. I stare at it. I’d done that so easily, I’d loved it, too. The dark things did anyway. So did you.

  I close my eyes. “I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t want to permanently hurt anyone. Not you and not even her. I have to keep control, Jack.”

  “You think you’re keeping control, but you’re just holding it in and when you’re full, it will flow over. You won’t be able to contain it or control it. Not at all and then you will kill someone or hurt someone very badly.” I open my eyes and look at him as he says the last bit. Oh, he knows because it’s happened to him.

  “I was told torturing and killing would feed the dark things in me. I’d have to always be careful, on guard against it,” I say, sitting down on the little bench in the dressing room. Jack stays standing.

  “Maybe it was what you needed to hear and do at that time, Jae. I don’t mean to say let yourself run through the town bathing in the blood of the innocent. I’m saying a hungry animal is a dangerous animal. It’s when we become our most dangerous. You can’t starve it to death, you will only make it angry. Let it feed in a controlled setting, satiate the hunger with a willing adult. Like I am; like Madame will be if you play this right. With a human? No, you could never let it out, but with me you could and I’d love every minute of it. Trust me, Jae, I’m strong enough to look in the eye of the dark things and not blink.” He kneels in front of me, sits back on his feet, and l
ooks up at me.

  “We will see, Jack, because I have no desire to keep locking them away any longer.” I say, looking down at him. I spread my legs open. “You owe me a few orgasms.” He leans forward burying his face in my curls. I throw my head back as he licks and sucks on my clit until I come apart whispering his name. He slides his fingers inside of my pussy stroking and rubbing until my legs are shaking and I’m begging him to stop. He doesn’t stop until I’m screaming his name, ordering him as his Mistress.

  “That was good,” I say, rubbing my hand through his hair as he kisses the inside of my thighs.

  I tell him to stand and reach for him, but he stops my hand. I look up at him getting ready to order him to let my hand go. Before I can, he rushes out, “I love you, Jae. I know you can’t say it back to me yet. But I have the need to tell you what’s in my heart.”

  “Oh Jack.” I pull him back down to kneel in front of me and kiss him softly, tasting myself on his lips and then pull back, smiling at him. “Well, that just bought you a happy Jae who won’t complain about shopping anymore.”

  “Good, well, stand up if you can. We need to try the corset on you.” He laughs when I tell him I need another moment or two.

  The corset fits perfectly as does the leather skirt Margarité brought after a nice distant discreet cough came from the other side of the dressing room door. It sends me doubled over laughing. Jack rolls his eyes at me but he is holding back his own laughter while he does it.

  I don’t complain about the crop or the whip he’s selected. I do complain about the shoes. They have to have five-inch heels at least and a platform. It’s a boot that stops at the ankle and has dark purple leather buckles going across them. I almost break my leg trying to walk in them.

  “I can’t wear these, Jack.” I say, sitting down. “I’ll break my neck.”

  “You have to get used to them, so leave them on; you can practice while we finish shopping,” he says patiently.

  “No, Jack!” I was ready to put my foot down until he looked at the dressing room, reminding me of my promise. I huff out a breath but I shut my mouth. A promise is a promise.

  He finds dress pants for Lucien and Tabari. I’m surprised he’s found pants for Lucien at all. He reminds me of the bouncers at the Secret. They buy their clothes from here as well. “I’ll get their tops from the Veranda, and your coat.”

  I nod my head absentmindedly as I see a leather jacket that perfectly matches the purple leather jacket I have on. It looks like it will fit Jack. I make a note to come back and get it for him as a surprise.

  While we are at the counter waiting for Margarité to take the hangers off the clothes, his eyes keep looking down at a collar in the glass case the register sits on. The collar is black, two inches tall, thick, with dark purple seams running through the leather and a silver buckle in the back.

  He can’t buy his own collar; it would be unseemly for him to do so. I know that much at least. I haven’t thought to purchase one for him, however. He wants you to claim him. Maybe I can’t give him the security of love words, but I can certainly give him the security of a collar to let him and everyone know he is mine. No more Margarité mistakes.

  “Go try on that purple leather jacket, and a pair of leather pants and that net top I saw somewhere over there,” I tell Jack. He looks at me with a curious expression.

  “Now,” I tell him in a sharp voice.

  He nods his head saying, “Mistress,” quietly and walks off.

  I turn to Margarité when he goes and hold up a finger to my lips. She nods her head I point to the collar; her eyes widen in pleasure and she nods her head vigorously. She takes it from the case ringing it up quickly. Eighty credits? Goodness, I scan my wrist and stuff the collar in my messenger bag. I see another collar; it’s smaller and has black stones in it. I have an idea.

  “How much is that one?” I ask Margarité. “One hundred thousand,” she responds. I’m pretty sure the blood drains from my face. I can’t afford that. They must be black diamonds, not stones. How much is all of this stuff going to cost?

  “You want it,” comes Jack’s voice right beside me. I jump at the sound. Goddess the man is fast, and quiet.

  I clear my throat. “It’s too much.”

  Jack nods his head to Margarité; she takes it out of the case and pulls a leather case from below the counter, I guess in a different compartment. Jack’s collar hadn’t come with a leather case. My muscles tighten in embarrassment, I guess that makes me a cheap Mistress that can’t take care of her own. Now I feel silly about buying it. Margarité places the one hundred thousand credit collar in a leather box with a red velvet lining inside.

  Jack misreads the reason for my mood, “You want to wear it?”

  “No, it’s for tonight,” I say, cutting my eyes to Margarité. No need to give the Madame a heads-up. “I was thinking Tabari could spell the stones, diamonds, for me. But it costs too much.” I say shaking my head at him.

  He smiles. “Good thinking. We’ll take it, Margarité.” She nods her head with glee. She’s making a fortune off Jack today. How much money does he have? He didn’t even blink at what would be, I quickly calculate, almost fifteen years’ worth of rent for me.

  I finally really look at him. He has the outfit on. My eyes widen appreciatively. His pale skin shines, coated with power, through the small holes of the net top. The leather pants hang low on his waist. Much like the first night I’d seen him. But the jacket is what makes it wonderful to me; things inside me warm seeing him in our colors. I make a small sound of appreciation in my throat.

  “And everything I’m wearing,” Jack says in a rush. I roll my eyes.

  “Really Jack, it’s too much. I’ll buy you the jacket. I picked it out.” I say in a huff. We argue about it for ten minutes before he relents, I end up spending September’s rent money. But what is having a place to live when your pride is at stake?

  Chapter Thirty

  A Blood Lord’s heart’s desire

  We finally make it to the Veranda and park in the garage that sits below it underground. I’m still arguing about the cost of the things he’d bought at Wycked Lust, almost one hundred and twenty thousand credits. My salary at the drug store? Wouldn’t even put a dent in the tab. I’d be on a payment plan for the rest of my natural born life.

  My corset, leather skirt, and shoes had been most of the cost next to the Madame’s collar, although paying eight hundred bucks apiece for the guys’ pants doesn’t make me happy either.

  “I’ll pay you back, Jack, every bit,” I say, sulking in the passenger seat.

  “Jae, please enough about the money. Haven’t you figured it out? I’m rich as Croesus. I’m the heir to a royal bloodline. I couldn’t spend all the money I have at my disposal if I wanted to. Madame pays me a stipend from her proceeds for god’s sake, as do all vampire businesses,” he says, agitated.

  I turn my head shocked, my eyes bore into him as he sits there with his hands on the wheel although we are parked and the car is off. He won’t turn to look at me, his face tight with anger as he stares out the windshield. Fuck that, I’m the one that’s angry! Good goddess above he’s not just of royal blood he is true royalty, he’s a Blood Lord. He’s a direct descendent of the Blood King himself. He’s got to be. No one receives tithes from every vampire in the fucking world except a Blood Lord.

  “Tell me the rest of the story of the Blood King and Lilith,” I demand. He’s quiet.

  “I will send you away if you do not stop lying to me.” He looks at me, eyes wide in shock and hurt; I really don’t give a fuck because something has clicked for me, a very important detail. I want to hear Jack say it from his own deceiving lips.

  “And the Blood King had a son to walk both the worlds, of the living and of the dead and all worlds that he so chose. The Blood King loved him above all others and decreed him Blood Lord and gave him the powers and gifts he had to keep and to pass down to his son and his son after him. The Blood Lord is charged with one sac
red trust, to rule the Blood Mistresses and Blood Masters, the Vampyré’s true line of descendants from his grandsons and granddaughters to be their link to the Blood King and Vayrá for all time.” There’s much more to Jack’s story.

  “You’re the fucking Blood Lord.” I say with horror. That’s why everything, that’s how we went to Vayrá. Why he has so much power but barely ever feeds.

  Why he is a good match for us.

  Shut the fuck up, I think to my succubus.

  You knew, the eye color… his eye color, very different from every other vampire you heard of, no?

  “My father is the Blood Lord, not me. I do not want to be one.”

  “So what, you’re his son. You have to be.”

  “It’s not supposed to work like this, Jae. Being a Blood Lord means more than being a descendent of the Blood King, you have to be chosen, you have to be able to form a tie to Vayrá. Sometimes hundreds of years can pass before another Blood Lord is born. It’s never been directly from Father to Son. Yes, the next Blood Lord would be someone in my family, from my bloodline. But it isn’t supposed to be me, my father is very much alive. It is his right, not mine.”

  “Well, how do you know you are a Blood Lord and just not a powerful vampire?”

  Suddenly it becomes apparent I need to put him at ease. There is something more here.

  “My eyes, a vampire’s eyes dilate and swirl with metallic red when excited. Mine change colors, the silver that burns in them when I pull power, I’m pulling it directly from Vayrá. The blue is from the Moon Goddess. Even when I’m not pulling power, my eyes swirl with the metallic color. My eyes should just be dark blue.”

  “I still don’t understand why you’re so angry about it, Jack.”

  He turns to me with a century’s worth of pain in his metallic blue eyes. “My Father does not like to share power; he has hated me with single minded devotion since I became a full blood. Tortured me for years. I did anything and everything to prove to him I would never challenge him. That I submit to his authority, I would step aside. That he could trust me. All I’ve ever wanted is to prove to him that he could trust me.” He opens the car door and gets out. He slams it behind him. I sit in the car in shock.