Immortal Fire Series; The Trilogy ~ Eighteen Summers, Severina, Rising Bloodtide

by K. M. Liss

  She looked up as he appeared through the door and she sighed with love at the sight of him, rising from the sofa in greeting.

  “Saba, my darling, I have a little surprise for you. Come here and let me explain.”

  He came close and her mouth found his. They were lost in each other for a minute or two.

  “Is that it?” he asked with a sexy lust filled smile. “Can I have another surprise or is it a one off?”

  “No, that was not my surprise, I was just saying hello. Sit down for a moment.”

  He sat at her side on the long black leather sofa which spanned the entire back wall of their living room in their exclusive Manhattan penthouse apartment. She handed him the reservations and began to speak as he looked curiously at the piece of paper.

  “We are going to London to do the Wedding Week together, Saba! And to have a little holiday. I have things planned which you will love. I have decided to think further about avenging Vini whilst I am there and to come to a decision later, as you suggested.” His face lit up with a grin and she hugged him fiercely pushing him back on the sofa and kissing him amorously.

  “This is my kind of surprise honey,” he said when they paused to take a breath. “So you've changed your mind? I've always wanted to do this with you. How much are we being paid?”

  “Rose called this morning. The designers are bidding against each other. It's such fun! It's currently $30,000 a day for the pair of us so far, but I think it could go higher.”

  “Tell them whoever offers $50,000 first and a suite at the Hilton will win our contract,” he declared. “We'll make them millions. They shouldn't be cheap.”

  She pulled out her phone and called Rose, their joint manager with their demands.

  Chapter 5

  Sevi couldn't believe her luck. She looked at the black wedding dress and clasped her hands together with delight. Of course there were quite a few white and insipid cream ones too, but Jose Martinez was obviously into something a little different. Deep red, rich navy blue, emerald green and darkest purple... She could kiss the little Spanish designer's feet.

  “Jose, these are wonderful. You are truly a man with a gift for alternative bridal beauty.”

  “I feel white is overdone. I needed to make a statement.”

  “I so agree. White is far too common and so dull and boring.”

  “Other colours make the designs work so much better and have powerful symbolism. The red for instance, it is rich and deep, like the passionate blood pulsing wildly through the bride and groom's veins. And the navy blue is as dark as the moonlit sky, under which the two lovers meet and dance in the night.”

  “Oh my word, Jose! I do so see your point. What visionary and erotic designs you have! To be truthful, I don't understand anyone preferring white to these gorgeous and sexy colours. Who really wants to present themselves as pure and virginal to all and sundry?”

  “Well I shall tell you something, Severina my beautiful black swan, some women still do and are proud of their purity.”

  “You simply cannot be serious. No one is a virgin at their wedding. How completely pointless. Who would deny themselves sex with their intended? It's absurd!” She giggled at the ridiculous idea of such a thing and Jose and his assistant joined in raucously.

  Jose and his female aide helped her into the corseted black dress and attached the matching veil to her prepped and highly piled hair. It was so glorious she fantasised she was wearing it to her own wedding for a brief mad moment.

  What on earth am I thinking? Me? Married? Never!

  She fingered the red trim and picked up the red rose bouquet, gave her appearance a long approving look, and left the dressing room with Jose to meet Saba.

  Her heart leapt at the sight of him.

  He was a God, a vampire to worship, to leap on and bite and lick to death.

  His black suit and red silk shirt and cravat tie took her breath away. Severina had never felt like fainting over a man before, ever, but her head spun so wildly she had to hold onto the chair nearby.

  “Sevi you are a dream!” he exclaimed with a blasting yellow look.

  “And you, my love,” she gasped, her eyes heating up to nigh on boiling point.

  “We should have asked for $75000, we're so fucking worth it,” he whispered in her ear, licking it sensuously.

  “I know. Maybe next year?”

  He placed her arm through his as they made their way to the holding area, and stood behind the small crowd of brides and grooms at the screen waiting for their turn on the platform. The other models turned, becoming aware of their presence, and slowly the chatter died down as they all stared in dumbstruck awe, realising who was standing in their midst.

  Their turn came quickly and they walked out together in a daze. Her black dress slid along behind her like a tumbling black cloud edged with red silk rosebuds. The satin corset showed her figure off beautifully, and her ample charms were certainly displayed to their best advantage. Saba drew the gaze of every female in the room, and a collective gasp filled the air as they passed by the wedding fashionista and general public attending the show. Cameras flashed wildly around them as they continued their royal procession around the circular platform.

  She sighed deeply with contentment and pleasure.

  Could there be a better way to earn money than this? Being the centre of attention, dressed like a vampire princess, with the vampire prince of her dreams at her side.

  They exited Olympia through the rear door on the last day of the fair and were met by a mass of reporters waiting for them. Cameras flashed in their eyes, blinding them momentarily. They gathered around them as they tried to move forward, like a flock of vultures, intent on harvesting some tasty tidbits of salacious information from the hot celebrity couple.

  "Severina, how does it feel to be the highest paid model in history?" one of the reporters asked.

  A microphone was thrust under Severina's nose and she pushed it away, tutting a little in annoyance.

  "How does it feel? ... Ummm, rather pleasant?"

  There was a round of laughter which she had no comprehension of. Understanding humour wasn't Sevi's strong point.

  "Sabato, you're the hottest male model to hit the wedding fashion scene ever, any plans to tie the knot yourself?" another reporter shouted from the back and thrust his microphone through the throng.

  "Who knows, you'll have to wait and see," he replied, smiling secretly at Sevi. She shot him a confused dark look sideways, from under her lashes.

  What knots were they talking about and wait and see about what...?

  "More details, come on... Please...?" the reporter urged impatiently.

  "I've nothing to add, not yet," he answered politely.

  "Hey Sabato, any more joint modelling assignments in the pipeline?" another voice asked him loudly.

  "Maybe, if the designers dig deep down in their pockets. That's enough freebie info guys. We're in negotiations with 'Hello' magazine at the moment. Let's go honey, I'm getting real hungry." Saba said trying to make a move.

  “Where are you dining tonight, Severina? What type of food do you both like?” The first reporter asked and shoved his recording microphone back in front of her face.

  “We're not sure where we're going yet, we like to be a little spontaneous in choosing our dining locations. And we're healthy eaters, our meals are always very nutritious, fresh, and taste delicious. Don't they Sabato?”

  “Oh yes, the type of food you really want to sink your teeth into,” he replied with a small wry smile at her.

  He pushed his way through the unmoving reporters shoving them out of the way as tactfully and carefully as he could, and she followed in his wake.

  They luxuriated in the Jacuzzi in their room at the hotel, savouring the frothy warm water. Saba opened the bottle of Dom Perignon, Vintage 2002 Andy Warhol Champagne, which had been delivered to their suite in a beautiful antique silver ice bucket, compliments of the Hilton hotel management. The cork caromed off the
ceiling following a loud pop, and landed in the hot tub, bobbing in the bubbles. They both laughed as the incredibly expensive pale fizzy liquid frothed over the top of the bottle and into the water they were playing in. He poured them both a large glass and they lazed in scented luxury, as an Allegro non molto by Vivaldi played softly in the background. Deeply lustful looks passed between them as they wiggled their toes over each other under the water. He drank his champagne quickly and lay back contentedly as they threw little white mints at each other for the fun of it.

  Saba submerged himself completely under the hot bubbling water, trying to soak it all in. What a fantastic experience it had been. The wedding fair and the fun days they had spent together afterwards at the top London attractions. And the bedroom action had been so loving and hot they'd almost set the sheets alight.

  This had been the best two weeks he'd spent with her, in fact the best two weeks ever. He hadn't been joking when he made that cryptic comment to the reporter last week. He'd marry her tomorrow if he thought she really wanted it. But it wasn't done, not in their world. They mated, which was a rather low key affair. It was always carried out in private, in the bedroom. He was thinking about it, seriously, he couldn't imagine finding anyone else he wanted in his immortal life more than Sevi. But this revenge idea of hers had to be out of the way first. It was her burning issue of the moment.

  He resurfaced with his black hair plastered across his eyes. She swept over to his side of the massive tub and sat astride him, brushing his hair off his face and kissing him amorously.

  “I have come to a decision, about Vini,” she said softly into his ear, gently easing his hardness inside of her, obviously to soften the blow of her news.

  “Don't spoil the moment,” he shushed her with his finger. “I know this wedding fair and holiday has all been just a cover for your real reason to visit London. We'll talk about it afterwards, hmmm?”

  He picked her up, and stepped out of their bubbling pool of bliss. Soaking wet, he carried her to the bedroom and over to their impressive bed. He fell upon it backwards, and she clung to him like a beautiful magnet. She nipped at his neck and shoulder with raw passion and he squeezed the softness of her backside with his open hands. She moved down biting him lightly with her fangs, drawing a little blood here and there and licking him clean. Her teeth sank into his lower stomach deeply and he growled with pleasure at the wild kick in his groin. He hardened even more, his insides drawing up tightly. He loved what was coming next. The sucking, nibbling thing she did.

  His eyes closed for a moment as it started. Her little fangs bit him softly and slowly, into his aroused head and he gasped loudly with the heated sensations this created. She took him in her mouth and sucked him thoroughly, then bit again, more sucking... bite, suck, bite, suck... his mind was spiralling off into the world of male ecstasy. He opened his eyes wide and watched her finish, as she watched him, her eyes glowing brightest yellow as his exploded with the red blast of the vampire orgasm.

  That was pure heaven...

  He sighed deeply and held his arms out to her and she climbed up him and hugged him tight.

  Would he ever tire of this?... Not a fucking chance! Not ever, ever...

  Just one thing he needed to do and then they could discuss this avenging spirit of hers. Not that he could imagine he'd be successful dissuading her from doing it, but he should at least give it one more try.

  He pushed her back on the bed and his tongue swept down her silky skin. He paused at her breasts and gave each one his undivided attention.

  “More... please...” she pleaded, pushing herself up against his mouth. His fingers slid inside her. He loved the way she contracted so deeply as he sucked at her nipple. He sucked, she squeezed. It made him shiver all over in delight. He ramped it up even more, sucking harder and faster... she was moaning loudly. He moved down from her breast and slid his tongue between her legs, pushing them widely apart with his hands. He could stay down here for hours. It was the most perfect place in the whole world. He pushed his tongue way up inside her warm smoothness and flicked it in and out lazily. She arched her back and grabbed at his hair, it was her way of telling him to finish her off. He turned and pulled her up to his face and swirled his tongue round and round her clit in a fast frenzy, nipping her with his fangs gently, further stimulating her soft flesh. She screamed wildly with pleasure and tensed up. He sank his fingers deeply inside her as she came, her eyes flashing red and twinkling with tiny white stars. They both sighed with satisfaction.

  And he would never tire of doing this, and watching her come.

  “So... now that we are both done, what is your decision?” As if he didn't know...

  “I still want to do it. Tomorrow, Saba. Prepare yourself.”

  “I don't think this'll help you. Revenge isn't always the right way to go.”

  “Please, don't start on me again.”

  “Okay, but at least sleep on it, hmmm? Come here my supermodel bride, let's have one of our lazy long fucks, I love those.”

  They turned on their sides, facing each other, and she hooked her leg over him. He entered her and they began their gentle thrusting against each other, lying on the pillows staring at and kissing each other with a growing heat and bright golden gaze.

  “I adore you Saba.”

  “I adore you too, Sevi.”

  He wished they could stay here for another week, holed up and screwing each other senseless, but no, he had to go cut Nico's throat instead. He hoped he could go through with it.

  They awoke and dressed casually, like an average pair of young Londoners. They needed to blend in and disguise themselves a little, she had explained, plaiting her hair and adding some heavier make up to her face.

  They asked the taxicab to drop them a street away and made their way to the small Kensington square, standing in the shadow of the group of old trees to its nearside.

  “There is no way in other than through the front door,” she said pointing.

  “We can climb their walls and smash in the windows,” he joked.

  “No they will be alerted far too easily,” she replied seriously.

  I'm obviously not going to smash in their windows, am I? Perhaps now wasn't the time for jokes.

  But he couldn't help it. He always made jokes or laughed when he was nervous and fuck, was he nervous.

  “We must wait for them to emerge. Then we will strike quickly. Let us settle and wait.”

  “Sevi darling that could be hours or fucking days...”

  “Shut up. What else have you to do, hmmmm? What pressing engagements are in your diary? Sit and be patient. We have to avenge. I don't care about anything else. They killed Vincenzo, my blood brother and your half cousin. I want them to suffer as he did.”

  “You know I can't stand hanging around bored. Fuck this for a laugh.”

  Here I go joking again.

  “Saba, how I detest your brand of slang. You are getting worse and worse. Five years watching modern television has not given you the best example of the finesse of the English language.”

  She's obviously feeling it too. She's really tense and nasty this morning.

  “Well fuck you too honey,” he said truly hurt by her jibe.

  “Later, when we are victorious,” she replied in a placating tone.

  “What about now? I'll be quick.”

  “Come then, but keep your eyes on the door.”

  Hopefully this should relieve some of tension in the air.

  He picked her up and entered her swiftly. How he loved outdoor sex. They should do it more often.

  “You are so handsome Sabato... I cannot ever resist you. But I do so wish you would become more cultured. Perhaps you can make more of an effort, for me?”

  God, will she ever stop harping on about this culture of hers? I'm just fine as I am...

  “You like my rough edges baby. You just won't admit it. Now shut up while I fuck you...”

  They began to move frantically against each other.
They muffled the harsh snarling that escaped them by burying their faces in each other's shoulders.

  A few minutes later she sprang backwards from him energetically.

  Mmmm, so much more relaxed...

  “Feeling better now?” she asked him with a grin.

  “That'll do me for the next few hours,” he began, but his stomach and head were complaining now.

  Damn, that's sharpened my appetite big time. I should have fed before we came here.

  “But I need some of the red stuff,” he dared to mention. When you need to feed you need to feed. He had to.

  “Oh for God's sake! Sometimes you are like a child. I want this, now I want that... Go feed then. But please do not drain the poor creature too much ok? Try to be subtle whilst we are here.”

  Jesus, what's got into her today, she must be really nervous.

  “You're so soft and Gianni at times. They're just food,” he said, more to annoy her than anything else.

  “No, I'm not soft. I'm being careful. We are at their doorstop, anyone could see you. Be quick and brief, now go...”

  He ran off with a smile to find a quick snack.

  Four minutes later, after his light meal, he returned to her side.

  “I suggest we sit in the tree. We can spring from there to the ground the second we see anything,” she said peering upwards into the old tree's branches above them. She climbed up, using her nails to grip the bark and ascend quickly. He followed her and they both sat astride a large wide bough pushing the twigs back to clear their view.

  “Is your knife ready?” she asked.

  “Yes, of course.”

  How could it not be ready...? It's me that's not fucking ready, not at all...

  They sat and watched for a long, long time. Suddenly the door opened and they both strained forward to see who came out. A small Asian woman in a sari left the building and they both slumped back in disappointment. A short time later the door opened again and another woman in a sari left.