by Paige Patton
Desiree came with a fury that shook her hard and to her core. It sent shivering waves through her body that threatened to bring her to her knees.
Roman’s face was smirked with her cum as he took his time with her. This was food for the beast. It kept him calm and happy.
Once the beast was sat, Roman stood and kissed her with a hunger that made her knees buckle. He didn’t just kiss her lips; he kissed her entire face as he held her up with one arm. With his free hand, he fisted a hand full of her hair, pulled her head back, and went at her, kissing, licking and biting his way down her neck until he reached her breasts. There he sucked on each nipple until Desiree was on the verge of madness and close to another orgasm.
This is what he wanted. From the moment he laid eyes on her. Now he could not control himself. He wanted to eat her alive, to taste her blood.
His eyes flashed to red as he watched the vein in Desiree’s neck pulsate. Hissing his lips drew back showing an impressive set of fangs. His once handsome face now contorted into the face of a blood-sucking vampire as he pulled her in closer, holding her tight he sank his fangs into her neck and took what he needed from her.
Desiree body went limp as he drank his fill of her. Her blood was sweet and rich, the blood of royalty that would empower him even more. He could feel the surge of all the ancient Egyptian gods coming together to gift him with powers beyond measure, skills to help him fight the battle against evil on earth.
Desiree could feel her blood being sucked out of her vein. The pleasure from this act was beyond explanation. It was unlike anything she had experienced in her life. She was no longer in control of anything; she was completely at his mercy as an incredible surge of pure bliss consumed her entire body. It was a mind blowing and earth-shattering experience that was more powerful than a hundred orgasms put together. Now she finally got it. No wonder she was spellbound by him. Now she understood why. He was a vampire.
Getting his fill, Roman pulled back to look at what was now his. Their lips drew near, and then clung together in a passionate kiss of hunger and need. His tongue invaded her mouth like a deadly weapon and awakening every desire within him once again. Never before had any woman made him feel this way.
Using his powers, he released her hands but the blindfold remained. Lifting her, he carried her over to the bed where he laid her down and took a moment to admire her nakedness. He wanted to lick every inch of her body, to play in her pussy again, but not now. Now he had to complete the consummation and prove to Kourosh that they were soul mates. His clothes disappeared from his body and he climbed on top of her.
Kourosh sat on his throne with Jabari at his side watching as the curtains slid open. If Desiree disappeared for the slightest second, it would mean that she was indeed his true love, his soul mate. No matter how he felt about her, he could never act upon it.
Feeling the weight of his body on top of hers Desiree wanted nothing more than to feel the fullness of his cock inside of her. She could feel the hardness of his erection, the length of it, the wetness, and the throbbing. It triggered a response in her that awakened a need that terrified her. She needed him; not just a need to be fucked, but also a necessity for the man himself.
Every part of her body was soft and wet aching for him to enter her, to come inside and fill her. She knew that it would be special, even magical.
She was right. The sensation of his generous cock stretching her open and filled her to capacity. It was more that magical. It was as if a secret door had been opened; a door that had been locked for centuries; a door that only Roman had the magic key to open.
His movements were slow and gentle at first as he moved in and out of her. His intoxicating, masculine scent filled her nostrils and only added to the experience as he leaned over her, kissing her lightly on the lips and face. His movements quickened as he thrust himself inside of her repeatedly sending shock waves through her body.
The feel of her soft wetness was more than Roman could take. He wanted to fuck her and eat her at the same time, then lock her away for himself. There was nothing that could compare; to the sweet, staggering glorious feeling of his cock inside of her, filling her completely.
Roman sat up into a sitting position with his legs tucked under him. Lifting her onto his hard cock; his face buried in her breasts, his fingers gripping her hips as he drove his cock into what was now his.
Desiree wrapped her legs around his waist and held on as she rode him, already close to release. She could feel the tight grip of his hand fisting her hair right before he pulled her head back exposing her jugular.
Moaning, and crying out with sweet sounds of pure pleasure. The feel of his fangs dragged along the side of the exposed neck. The animal sounds that made its way up from somewhere deep in the back of his throat, all of it permeated throughout her body making her ready for what was to come.
She was no longer able to contain her passion for him. She came once again just as Roman sank his fangs deep into her neck and joined her.
The sensation sent Desiree into another world far, far away and over the rainbow where she wanted to stay forever. The feeling absorbed every care and worry she ever had. She felt light and carefree. She could have sworn she saw butterflies. For a split second, she felt an out of body sensation as if she actually disappeared into him and they had literally become one. The intensity consumed her and brought tears to her eyes as she held him to her neck while he drank from her once again.
Roman pulled back just a little to look at her. He wanted to see her face while in a state of euphoria. He wanted her to look into his eyes and know that he was her master and that only he could fuck her this way.
He watched as a trickle of blood ran down her neck until it reached her taut nipple and settled there. He licked it clean, sucking and licking with such tenderness at first, and then with hunger so raw she came once again while he held her soft, warm body in place and close to his heart.
She made him hard and kept him that way just by breathing. He loved the way he felt when he kissed her, the moaning and her cries of pleasure she made. He loved the taste of her flesh, the taste of her blood. It was like the sweet nectar of the gods. He loved everything about this new consort and he would kill to protect her.
Seething with indignation, Kourosh vanished all spectators from the room and stood from his throne.
He approached the window and stood there watching as Roman turned her over and once again fucked her from behind like the animal he was. He could not despise the man too much because he would have done the same thing. Seeing the woman he had quickly grown to care about being fucked by anyone would have been difficult, but by Roman made it even worse. He decided right then that he would kill him no matter what.
Two hours later, Kourosh entered the room where Roman and Desiree had just consummated their bond. He could still hear her moaning. He could see her face as her orgasms consumed her causing her to cry out in pleasure while Roman fucked her senseless over and over again. It was like a painful stab in the heart, yet, the agony of watching them oddly gave him pleasure.
He wanted Desiree at any cost. He would break every rule he ever made to have her in his bed. To claim her as his consort.
He stood looking down at the bed where the woman he knew belonged to him freely spread her legs and gave away what he would one day prove belonged to him. The savage beast wasn’t satisfied with fucking her once or twice, no, he had to take her seven times, wearing her out until she had no other choice but to pass out.
Outraged, Kourosh ripped the sheets from the bed and set them aflame. If Desiree was truly his betrothed he would have Roman’s head, but first he would make him suffer. He would drag him to this very room, chain his bloody body to a hot stone and make him watch while he enjoyed his consort before he ended his worthless life.
All of the cares and vexations of his life were nothing compared to this. Kourosh wanted it solved, he wanted answers, and he wanted them now! He would make everyone’s life a living
hell until he got what he wanted, and that was Desiree.
Jabari appeared before him. “Yes, My Lord.”
“What more have you found out about this woman?” Jabari knew the extent of Kourosh’s anger and the wrath that came along with it. No one would be happy if he weren't. It was everyone’s duty in the castle to make sure he got what he wanted when he wanted, it and that he remained pleased at all times.
“I have scanned every birth certificate since the start of recorded births. I have gone as far back in time as my powers will allow. I am unable to find any records, parents, or relatives associated with this woman.”
“She couldn’t have just fallen from the sky. Don’t you find that odd?” He scoffed.
“Yes, My Lord, quite odd.”
“Then find something. Call upon your bitches again if you must.”
Jabari took umbrage at his remark. The Loa was heavenly spirits, kind and gentle natured until angered. Then, you had better watch out. They would turn on you like an out of control wildfire leaving death and destruction behind.
Jabari would certainly never tell his master how he felt, or how to behave. He had witnessed the fallout of Kourosh’s rage. They often had their feuds and disagreements but never anything, that would put Jabari’s life in danger. He wanted to keep it that way.
“My Lord, I have come across a friend with whom she confides in. Someone she has known all of her life.”
“Who is this close friend?”
“Her name is Camille Kantari, but just like Miss Chase, she too seems to have fallen from the sky.”
Jabari could almost see Kourosh’s brain at work. He was going to get to the bottom of this no matter what he had to do or how long it took. “Would you like this woman brought to you, my Lord?”
Kourosh thought this over for a moment. Good friends never gave up another good friend. It might be best if he kept eyes on this Camille person. You could find out much more about a person when they were under the impression of being alone.
“Not yet. Send Kemen to watch her. Have him report to me daily with a full report of her activities.”
Jabari bowed his head in understanding and then vanished, leaving Kourosh alone to wallow in self-pity.
Feeling the rage of centuries of lie, and betrayals Kourosh could no longer contain the beast who dwelled within him. It became restless and wanted out. He knew no matter how hard he tried to fight it this time would be different. This time it wanted revenge on a world that had turned its back on him, but mostly on the people who had treated him with such blatant disregard. He flashed himself deep into the woods where he could be alone to release his rage.
As dark clouds rolled in and hovered over the treetops, Kourosh fell to the ground on his hands and knees. The sound of thunder echoed in the distance. Why couldn’t his life have been a normal one? Why couldn’t he have lived and died the normal way? Why was he burdened with the incurable malady of his father?
Kourosh hissed as wings grew from his shoulder blades, and talons shot out like razor-blade claws. His body was in transformation from man to a beautiful black bird of prey. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky as the transformation of nature righted itself. This is who and what he was. He was the son of the Impundulu.
Stretching his beautiful black wings, he soared high into the sky and disappeared into the night.
EPILOGUE
Delilah closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. She was elated that her daughter was finally safe, at least from the harsh rulings of gods. Kourosh, on the other hand, was an entirely different story.
Bonded to her protector for life, which meant the safety of the seven virtues, were secure. The human world would be safe for many centuries to come. Zeus could climb upon his chariot and head back to Olympus to be a nuisance to his own people.
Tithoes’s plan had worked. So, why was there a nagging feeling that something was not right? Nothing was ever that easy when the gods were involved. Her fears came to light the moment Tithoes appeared before her.
“Excellent work, Delilah; we have won the first battle. You can take comfort in knowing that you have done all you could.”
Even in sleep, Delilah could feel the implication behind his coded words. The war against Kourosh would never be over as long as he was still alive. She instinctively knew that.
“Your work is done,” Tithoes, said dismissively.
Delilah was much too cunning herself to take anything at face value. She knew a brushoff when she felt it.
The hairs on the back of her neck were standing straight up. That had to mean something. He may as well have given her a confirmation number to confirm that he was up to no good. She decided to put Tithoes to a test.
“I am prepared to do more. Use me.”
“I am sure that you are, but this is where you must have faith. Only Kourosh and can work out their differences. You must step out of the way and let whatever happens happen.”
A blanket of panic covered Delilah and settled deep into her bones. Had the god cleverly betrayed her, telling her to have faith and to step out of the way to let whatever happens simply happen? What was that all about? Surely, Tithoes knew the origin of Kourosh. The man knew nothing about working out differences in a peaceful way. He was a monster of destruction and would never give up without a bloody fight or until everything was destroyed. Delilah would never step out of the way to watch as Kourosh destroyed the world because he couldn’t have his favorite toy.
“The humans don’t stand a chance. He will kill them all without my help.”
“I am the sovereign god that determines destiny, not you.” He said with a hint of irritation in his tone. “It is my job to control the outcome of the war against good and evil.”
“Of course you are, but this war against good and evil involves my daughter,” She yelled.
“Sadly it does. But which one is good and which is evil.”
No! Delilah screamed out loud waking herself from her sleep. Who was good and who was evil, she mused. Now that she thought about it, she didn’t have a clue. Both men were vampires, both had the ability to undo the universe, and both loved her daughter. Had she made the right choice picking Roman as her protector, or had she been played by Tithoes to help create her daughter’s destiny, and would the outcome be favorable?
Delilah knew how the gods worked in mysterious ways. Keeping her on edge, wondering and praying to them for one thing or another. Now she was wondering if Tithoes was working with Horus and Zeus to seal Desiree’s fate.
Delilah threw back the covers on her bed and stepped onto the cold floor consumed with worry once again. Had she made the wrong choice choosing Roman over Kourosh for her daughter, she asked herself as she headed out onto the balcony? Even as a spirit, she was rattled with uncertainty and doubt. If not in death then when would she be able to rest in peace?
As the sun came up over the horizon and slowly set, Delilah called upon the goddesses for the right answer. The advice was unanimous. Have faith and trust in divine providence. Use it as a source of comfort.
It wasn’t that Delilah didn’t have faith in the gods because she did. It was just that her fears blinded her faith, which now caused her to question not only Tithoes, but also everything.
Thank the gods she knew Fate. Surely, she would have the answers to her many questions. Perhaps she could help her restore her faith before she made another wrong choice.
Read on for an excerpt from my next book
PATIENCE
The Consort Series Book #2
Desiree loved her two-bedroom single story home in Mission Beach. Oh, it could not compare to Roman’s mountainside estate, but it was all hers.
The first two years of their cleaning business had been rough, but by year three, things had picked up tremendously, and they finally saw a profit. It was all due to Camille’s idea to add photos of them dressed in a French maid outfits as a fun way to advertise. It worked like a charm. Shortly after they were hiring on additional he
lp and watching the money roll in.
Desiree turned on the shower and stepped in under the running water. Fragmented images of Roman kept popping in and out of her headed so quickly it did not allow her enough time to get a clear picture or a full understanding of what had happened.
Ivy’s claims of them exchanging wedding vows was highly unlikely. Nevertheless, would look into it at first thing Monday morning. It would not be the first time she had done something stupid. She was becoming a pro at cleaning up her messes.
Camille laid stretched out on Desiree’s bed with her laptop on her lap. It had only taken her forty-five minutes to find her friend on the corner waiting and looking like she’d had a rough night of rough sex. Desiree told her everything she could recall from the night before. What she told her had Camille scratching her head. It was so far-fetched Camille assumed lots of drugs and alcohol were involved.
“Just admit it already, Desi, you like the guy. Who wouldn’t? He’s fine as hell.”
“I’m not saying he’s not fine, just weird.”
“Well get this. I did some further digging into his background. Your weird professor is a gazillionaire. I’m not just talking rich; I’m talking filthy rich.”
“Okay, but he’s still weird.”
Desiree stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel wrapping it around her around her body. She used a separate towel to dry her hair.
“He must not be that weird if you ended up in his bed.”
“Yeah, I’m not totally clear on how that happened either. I’m still trying to piece it all together.”
Letting her hair fall down her back, Desiree leaned over the sink and stared into the mirror as she applied mascara to her already long lashes.
“Since he didn’t leave a lasting impression, I’m assuming he wasn’t that great.”
“You seriously don’t remember fucking him; a man like that?”
“Not a blow by blow. No pun intended. I remember bits and pieces, but fucking him, not really. Maybe I didn’t, but that leaves me wondering why I’m so sore.”
