by Snow, Jenika
She opened the door and he stumbled back as her body flew into his, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck, her legs around his waist. She showered his face with kisses before landing her lips on his. They both groaned and Gaijryc gripped her ass as he carried her inside.
“Please, Gaijryc.”
She broke the kiss long enough to whisper those words against his ear, her gentle voice raising the fine hairs on his arms. He needed to stay strong, needed to be gentle with her and show her that he wasn’t an animal. He wanted her so bad, wanted her with a fierceness that crippled him. “Please what, little one?” His voice was gruff as he spoke against her hair. He was tense with holding back, his cock filled and ready to be buried inside of her.
“I can feel how much you want me, Gaijryc. It’s just as much as I want you.” She emphasized her words by pressing her hot core against his straining erection and arching her back, which pressed her breasts against his chest.
He groaned at the feel and gripped her ass tighter as he strode over to the bed. He laid her on it, quickly striping her clothes, not able to hold back any longer. He wanted her too badly to wait. Her face became a sensual mask, her eyelids going half-mast as her full lips curved into a smile. She started to undo her shirt, slow and sensuous movements that were more of a tease than anything else. After he had taken all of his clothes off, he gripped the waistband of her pants and peeled them from her body. Her legs were long and smooth, a beautiful cream color that made him think of fresh churned butter. She threw the shirt to the side, no undergarments to hide her attributes.
“You are so beautiful.” He covered her body with his, his mouth going straight for hers as their skin rubbed along each other and created a hotter burn. His hands were everywhere, gripping and rubbing, pulling and tweaking.
“I want to try something else, Gaijryc.”
He looked down at her, his gaze riveted to her rose-colored mouth, flushed from his kisses. “Oh? What would that be?”
She smiled up at him as he moved off of her and sat back, intrigued as to what she was going to do. His heart sped up as she turned around and went to her hands and knees, her heart-shaped ass in full view. She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling lightly. He swallowed as he let his eyes caress her form. Her breasts hung freely, every movement she made making them move and bounce slightly. Her back was finely sculpted, the smooth skin looking like polished stone—flawless. Her ass was curved to perfection, the twin globes looking like fresh peaches, ripe and ready for his mouth. He moved close to her, his hand running up her caves, over her thighs, and along one of the cheeks of her ass. He ran his other hand over the other one, squeezing them both as he looked her in the eye. He gently spread them apart until her pink pussy came into view. It was smooth and glossy, her wetness coating her lips and making them glisten. He licked his lips, so aroused that it felt like his cock would explode.
He slid his gaze up until he was looking at the tight rosebud of her ass. What he wouldn’t give to slide his dick into that tight hole, feel her clenching around him as he shot off his load. He moved slowly toward her, giving her ample time to stop him if she wanted. When he was an inch away he closed his eyes and willed himself the strength to stay calm. She hadn’t stopped him, had even arched her back and thrust her ass toward him.
He opened his eyes once again, took his thumbs and pulled her lips apart. She was like a morning rose, her petals shaped to perfection and open for the sun. He ran his tongue down the center of her, pleased when she moaned and braced her legs farther apart. He flattened his tongue as he continued to run along her cleft, circling her clit and then moving back to her opening. She smelled fresh and sweet, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, her blood like a drug, her pussy like an aphrodisiac.
He grabbed onto each side of her hips, bringing her hot pussy closer so that his face was fully buried in her wetness. Her hips undulated, his tongue continuing to do wicked things to her clit. His fangs ached and grew longer against the most sensitive part of her body. He shook with unleashed passion, his control slipping as he continued to lick and suck at her. He straightened, grabbed hold of his cock, and aimed it toward the hot, moist opening of her pussy.
“Are you ready for me? Ready for my cock to go into your tight little pussy?” She made a small sound, a plea, a begging that he understood right away. He had his cock poised at her pussy hole, not moving as he stared at the perfect slope of her back, the graceful arch of her shoulders, and the silkiness of her hair as it fell to the side. Her soft white neck was exposed, the skin looking like porcelain. He could see the frantic beat of her pulse under her soft skin. He had to keep his mouth slightly open, his fangs too big for him to close it all the way.
He was thousands of years old and should have easily been able to control himself, but as he looked at Helina, he was lost. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she panted for air. In one swift move, he buried his cock all the way in, his balls slapping against her soaked skin. He heard her moan of pleasure, which drew out his own animalistic groan. In the next instant he was pounding into her, his hips pumping back and forth into her hot, tight, pussy. Their combined moans filled the small cabin, the air becoming thick from their body heat, the room smelling of sweat and powerful sex.
She stiffened beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock and milking it. He gripped her hips as he continued to pound into her, letting his cock slip in and out of her, letting his balls slap against her clit and cause her to climax again. He slammed into her once, twice, and slipped into her a third time, coming hard. He threw his head back, his mouth opening, his fangs growing even longer as his cum pumped out of him and coated her insides.
He was vaguely aware of Helina groaning under him, her body continuing to spasm around his cock. He snapped his head forward, hissing through his teeth as he stared at her creamy neck, at the pulse at the base. He couldn’t control himself, couldn’t control the animalistic need that coursed through him to claim her. “Oh, Helina…I can’t stop myself.”
“Don’t try to stop it. Just do it, Gaijryc… please.”
Her words were made up of a gasp, mere whispers against the sheets as she tilted her head to the side, knowing exactly what he wanted. He opened his mouth and covered her body, his teeth sliding against her skin and stopping at her pulse. He was breathing heavily, his mouth open on her neck as he tried to get control. Helina’s words echoed in his mind, making it harder for him to control the need that coursed through his body. Don’t try to stop it. Just do it, Gaijryc. His heart was beating an excited rhythm in his chest, his mouth feeling dry with thirst. He wanted, needed Helina’s blood.
“Oh, Helina.”
It was all he said before he let his fangs slide into her soft flesh. Her blood blossomed into his mouth, coating every part as he closed his lips around her skin. He sucked with fervor, with a need to claim her, possess her. She moaned the whole time, her pussy giving little aftershocks around his cock as he sucked. He gave one last long pull from her neck, his shaft still pumping cum into her body, his climax never ending. He pulled away from her neck, licking at the twin puncture wounds and pulling out of her moist heat. He fell to the bed and pulled her close to him, both panting for breath.
Gaijryc’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her so that she could feel his warm breath skate across her face. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision a little fuzzy and unfocused. When her vision focused, she looked into his face and smiled. He smiled back, and her eyes strayed down to his mouth. A drop of her blood dotted his lips like a red ruby on his skin. Leaning in, she positioned herself so she was only an inch from his mouth. She looked into his eyes, his brows gently furrowing as she leaned in that last inch and ran her tongue across the drop of blood. He inhaled sharply, but she didn’t stop.
She leaned back, her eyes going back to his as she closed her mouth and tasted her blood. He stared at her with a look she couldn’t quite distinguish.
They stayed in bed together, holding each othe
r and making love until Gaijryc had to leave. It was getting harder for her to say goodbye, harder for her to see him walk out the door. It was getting harder because she had grown to love him with everything inside of her.
Surprises
Gaijryc sat in the living room and stared at the fireplace as the flames licked at the wood. The reds and oranges blended together, making a cacophony of colors that resembled the setting sun. He brought the crystal glass to his lips and let the amber liquor slide down his throat. The alcohol burned, a welcome feeling that he absorbed. The sun had since set and already he was feeling the itch to be with his female. He couldn’t risk it, though. Servants were already eyeing him with interest every time he came in. He continued to stare at the flames, the only light that touched the room.
“Why are you sitting alone in the dark?”
Gaijryc cringed at the shrill sound of Iena’s voice. His jaw tightened and he downed the rest of his liquor. He didn’t want to be trapped alone in a room with her. He didn’t doubt she would attempt to seduce him again. “Because I enjoy it.”
She sauntered in, the light spearing through her transparent dress and displaying her figure. “Aren’t you going to offer a lady a drink?”
If I saw a lady in the room I would have. He gripped the glass and rose out of the chair, walking over to the bar and pouring a small glass of Crown. He handed it to her, not bothering to look at her. He felt her fingers skim over his before finally taking the glass.
“You know, Gaijryc, I don’t know why you have to be so distant with me. I could make you a very happy male.”
“I’m sure.” There was no feeling behind those two words, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the room and get as far as he could from her.
“You know I can smell her all over you.”
His head snapped toward Iena, his fists clenching as he stared at her smug expression. She smiled at him over the rim of her glass, taking a dainty sip of the whiskey. “What games are you playing, Iena?”
“No games. You covered her scent very well, and to be honest, if I hadn’t followed you and actually seen her, well, I wouldn’t have even picked up on her smell.”
“You followed me?” He didn’t bother trying to keep the rage out of his voice.
“Well, you have been leaving so frequently, much more than usual, and staying gone for so long. I was just wondering where you have been spending your time. I won’t lie, I was a little surprised to see that you have been bedding with a human, but then again, they do have their attributes.”
He stared at her, barely controlling the anger that was coursing through him. She looked at him with a smugness that made him sick, as if she had unlocked a monumental secret.
“You know, Gaijryc, if I told the Queen about your little trips to see that human female, she would hunt her down and kill her.”
“I warn you, Iena, if she is harmed because you felt the need to speak of it, I will make you wish you had died.”
She clicked her tongue at him, setting the glass on a table by the fireplace, the light from the flames piercing the crystal and casting a rainbow of colors across the polished wood. He watched the colors dance across her bare arm and wished it was the actual flames that licked at her skin. His eyes snapped up to meet hers as a wicked smile crossed her features.
“Now, Gaijryc, is that any kind of way to speak to your future queen?”
“You will never be my queen.”
She walked toward him, circling him as she ran a long, red painted nail across his back. “I won’t breathe a word about her to anyone—that is, if you mate me, make me the rightful queen of our kind.”
The sound of shattering glass bounced off the oak paneled walls of the living room, mixing with the sounds of the crackling fire. He looked down at his hand, shards of glass covering his skin, blood welling up from the numerous cuts the glass had made. He watched his skin, watched as his body pushed out the glass and knitted the wounds back together. After a minute, all that was left was drops of blood on unmarred skin. “Are you threatening me? I know you’re not threatening a member of the royal line.”
“Now, Gaijryc, wouldn’t you do anything for the one you love? You do love that weak human female, do you not? Of course you do. I can smell it all over you.”
“You truly are evil, you know that?”
Her laugh was like nails on a chalkboard. He gritted his teeth and stared at the fire as she continued to circle him, running her hands along his chest and back.
“I could make you a very happy male, you know I could.”
He wanted nothing more than to push her away.
“You know what they’ll do to the human female. I can smell how you have already claimed her.” She stopped in front of him and smiled. “I’ll even let you keep her as a pet, after we’re mated of course. You can do with her what you will but you must mate me first, give me a male offspring so that my position is secure.”
“Is that all you care about, Iena? Becoming queen?”
She eyed him, moving over to her half empty glass and taking a sip. “No, that’s not all I want. I’ve wanted you for some time, maybe not as strongly as I’ve wanted others, but still just the same. I could make you so very happy, so happy you will soon forget about that insignificant human you have hidden.”
He would never forget Helina. She was his heart, his very soul, and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that if his mother found out she would kill her. He looked down at Iena, her blood red lips bright against the clear crystal of the glass. At this very moment he hated Iena with a furious passion, wanted to wrap his hands around her pale white neck until her bones snapped in half.
“You want me dead right at this moment, don’t you?” She said it without a trace of fear in her voice, even had the gall to laugh as she said it. “Well, love hurts, does it not, Gaijryc?” She finished off the rest of her Crown, setting the glass back down, the ice clinking together slightly. “Here’s how it is going to work. The ball will go on as planned. In the end, though, it is I who you will choose to be your future queen.” She smiled, her bright white teeth flashing. She walked up to him and ran her hand along his chest, making his insides churn with disgust. “Are you in agreement with the offer, Gaijryc?”
He didn’t speak for several minutes, didn’t know what to say. If he were to agree to what Iena offered, then at least he knew Helina would be protected. On the other hand, if he chose to be with Helina, to mate her and make her his queen, then he would forever have to be watching, making sure no one would dare hurt her. He thought about it, knowing that if he chose his female, and she was to die, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. It would be his fault, his own stupidity if something were to happen to her because of his own selfishness. He stared again at the fire, watched as the colors mingled together, blues turning to yellows, oranges and reds. He hated himself at that moment, hated the very blood that ran through his veins. He didn’t look at Iena, didn’t even glance her way as he nodded in agreement. Her skeleton fingers ran over his shoulders, her body rubbing against his as if she were a cat in heat.
“It’s a shame you have given all your love to the human. No difference, I suppose; you will learn to care for me as much as you do her.”
He knew that would never be the case, that he could never love Iena in any sense. He knew that the only emotion he would ever have toward her was hatred, a deep anger that pierced his very heart.
“Well, my future king, my future mate, I must bid you a good night. I do need my beauty sleep.” She leaned up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
Her lips felt like dry ice on his skin, like they were burning his flesh right down to the bone. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move as she left her lips on his cheek for longer than was necessary. She left the room, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. He stared at that fire until all that was left was red embers and black tendrils of smoke.
Tomorrow night would be the night that his very heart and soul would forev
er be lost. Tomorrow night would be the night that he was forced to mate Iena in order to save the one person that meant more to him then life itself.
Ryce stood in front of the double oak doors and breathed in deeply. His heart pounded in his chest as he prepared himself for what was to come. He didn’t bother knocking, just pushed open the heavy doors and strode in. Gaijryc looked up from his papers, first surprise and then a furious hatred crossing his features. In the quickest move Ryce had ever seen, Gaijryc was over his table and had him by the throat, his back to the cold, hard wall. They stared at each other for a suspended moment, Gaijryc’s fury like ice melting over a hot flame. He was breathing heavily, his hand periodically tightening around Ryce’s neck.
“You dare show your face to me!”
His air was cut off, his throat feeling like a vice was around it, strong and unyielding. He nodded, not bothering to speak, just staring Gaijryc in the eye. He knew before he came here what was to come, knew Gaijryc’s reaction would be just this.
“You go to my female and speak with her, look at her without my presence, without my permission! I should kill you right now, snap your neck in half and feed it to the dogs.”
Even though Ryce was over two thousand years older than Gaijryc and could easily throw him off, this was his future king, the high ranking prince of the DarkShine. He knew his place, knew that he should never have gone to see the human female without Gaijryc being there. He tried to speak, tried to tell him that he did have a reason behind it, but with his airway cut off, no words came out. He felt the hold on his neck loosen, felt air slide down his throat and into his lungs. He inhaled several times as Gaijryc stepped back and eyed him with an intense rage. He wouldn’t have died without being able to breathe, but it certainly would have been uncomfortable. “I was wrong, I know that, but I did it to make sure she was protected.”
