by Ryans, Rae
My hips pushed against him as the build welled deep inside my belly and spread outward. The world around me hadn’t existed. Just my Petre and me, and in that moment, nothing else had mattered. My body arched as the train shook again and together we tumbled.
We toppled over, and I screamed as the white daggers blinded my vision. Petre’s hand covered my mouth, and he’d whispered words in my ear. Tears stung in my eyes, and I shut them. “Give it a minute, Korri. Look at me, my love.”
Love, his love, finally a name that fit. My wide eyes followed his to where I’d impaled myself on his cock. Petre’s hands dug into my hips as he held me steady, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Petre hadn’t broken through, but his haggard expression wasn’t from holding me secure either. He leaned up and kissed my nose. The pain lessened and gave way to a fullness that throbbed and satisfied.
“I have an idea,” he whispered in a gruff tone as his lips slid down my neck. Wetness replaced the velvety feel as his tongue circled the skin. Petre grazed my neck as I leaned into his tongue bath. I anticipated the bite, the thrilling ache and sting of those deadly fangs sinking into my vein.
The thought alone relaxed my body. The pain lessened as my hips wiggled. “Do that again and I’ll come.” His mouth fell to my neck again, and I pressed myself down. Petre slapped my ass. “I am serious, Kor.” His hair fell into his eyes, and I swept it away.
My hands cupped his face and drew his lips to mine. Torn between pain and pleasure, he gave in to my touch. I didn’t care if he exploded; Petre would recuperate as he did all those times before. But I needed this control even though my body trembled inside and out at letting go of my one possession.
Slowly my knees lowered toward the floor as his tongue slipped into my mouth. The last of my barriers shattered, but my cry died inside as Petre’s fingers stroked my clit. My knees lifted as I adjusted to his size, and I glided down his cock again taking more of his girth inside. His fingers rubbed faster keeping in time with the pressure of his tongue.
The heat in my belly multiplied as I rocked faster. But Petre grasped my hips and slowed my pace. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and the sharp scent of blood drew my attention. Hunger flared within my throat as my fangs caught his tongue. Those precious drops slid down and assaulted my core. No more, I could take no more of his deliberate torture.
My head tossed back, and my body shuddered, bruising itself inside as I clenched around Petre’s cock. His mouth wasted no time and latched onto my neck. Fangs sliced through my flesh as sparks shattered inside my body. The harder he sucked, the faster I moved, and the harder I came.
Petre tore his bloodied mouth away and tensed. He mumbled something incoherent as his eyes lolled back into his head. The shuddering never seemed to end as he stilled my hips and flashed a goofy smile.
“We have three days in this car.” Petre lay on the floor and brought me with him. “I plan to love you in all ways possible and then fuck you senseless.”
The thought made me chuckle. “I have no sense when it comes to you.” My lips trailed up his jaw and nibbled his ear. “I love you.”
“One day you’ll have to tell me why.” He flashed another smile and rubbed his nose against mine. “Mmm. I love you too, Korri.”
The phone made a sound and the strangest noise filtered into the car. I heard a heartbeat. My head cocked as he answered the phone.
“What? Veric calm down … Shit.” Petre spun around, and his grey eyes were wider than saucers. “Kor, is your heart beating?” I blinked as he placed his warm hand over my chest. “No, she’s a vampire.” He moved my hand over his heart, and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat pounded into my palm. “He’s human? Fuck. We’ll be there soon. Yeah call Tomas.”
I blinked again as he tossed the phone on the bed and cursed up a storm. At least I assumed he did. He spoke Romanian or whatever language, but it wasn’t English. Fingers snapped in front of my face. “Get dressed,” he hissed.
“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest, and his eyebrow rose. “You can’t just have a beating heart and then order me about like a servant.”
Petre sighed as I stared at his perfect ass. Those beautiful rounds disappeared into his jeans. “You broke the curse.”
“I kind of figured that one out, but you can’t just stop the train, and run off.”
“How’d you know?”
I rose and wrapped my arms around him. “Petre, I know how you think. Just like you knew I’d want to rescue everyone, you’ll do anything to rescue your brother.” My lips fell to his shoulder. As much as I’d despised Demon Spawn, it served as one of the many reasons I’d fallen in love with Petre. He cared when he shouldn’t have. “But you have one horse, and there are three of us, five if you count Veric … Your skin feels wonderful warm.”
Petre turned around and grinned. His face reddened into a blush. “You still want me?”
My mouth spoke for itself as I kissed him. Slow at first, but building speed and pressure. Once more, and then his brother could have him, but me first. His jeans dropped to the floor, and he pushed me onto my back. “My turn.”
He slid into me and met resistance. My body had healed, and I chuckled. “I know what to expect, and I can handle the pain.” Petre shook his head and tears watered his eyes. His once stoic control vanished. I stroked the hair from his face and kissed him. “It’s okay; I trust you.”
His body trembled as he thrust forward. I bit my lip and cried out. Petre froze and dipped in for a kiss as his pelvis ground against my clit. My tears dried as the jolt clenched my belly. “More,” I whispered against his mouth. He withdrew and slammed his cock in again. “Yes … harder.” The huff of his breath became music, and I met his thrusts as if they were air.
“Get on your knees,” he growled and nipped my ear. I pressed against the icy glass as his heated body slid down mine. He nestled between my thighs and lowered me to his face. My nails scraped the glass as he sucked my clit into his mouth and moaned. Petre slapped my ass hard as my head fell back. My hips gyrated. The sting of his hand excited me as I drew closer. The insides of my body came alive as I called out his name.
Fingers replaced his mouth as Petre entered me from behind, slamming me into the glass. I gripped his cock hard and held him hostage as I came undone. My fingers dug into his hips as I ground my ass against him. “Kor …”
Petre leaned against me, sweat pouring from his body, and he kissed my shoulder. The pounding of his heart vibrated my skin, and his heated breath blew my hair. “This … is weird …” I chuckled at his words. “I need to pee, and I’m starving.”
His heart thundered again. I held onto this thought as Petre found Tomas and well, food. Would he want to become a vampire again, or would he rather live a mortal life? What would I do if he chose the latter? It gave me more time with him, but in the end, he would still die. What about his brother? The cruel, menacing eyes filtered into my mind.
I sat up with that thought and found clothes. Panic set in as I stared at the disarray of the room and took a deep breath to ease the nerves fluttering my belly. Sex, the whole cabin reeked of sex. “What if …”
I couldn’t even say it.
The train shook, and I cursed the iron box. My hand fell on the handle, and I squealed as it opened. Tomas greeted me with a toothy smile, and I stepped aside as both men entered. Great, I thought, let’s bring your best friend into our stinky love nest. I waited for the Frenchman’s jab, but it never came.
Petre ate a roll pausing mid-chew to kiss my cheek. Tomas scratched his head and twirled around the room. “So we have a dilemma on our hands it seems.” My eyes drifted from those ridiculous goggles to his smiling mouth. “Ah not my wardrobe, but of course you knew that. No, it seems Nikolai is human again and doesn’t understand a lick of anything.”
Nikolai in life had been Petre’s twin brother. He’d murdered a slave after raping her, and the family forced them both to lie. The girl’s father was a warlock and cursed the brothers. It seemed I�
�d broken that curse by falling in love with Petre’s eternally damned soul.
“He wasn’t one for studies,” Petre said with his mouth full. “We’re going to divert in Montreal and cross over into Delphia to retrieve them.”
“No,” I said. Two sets of eyes fell on me, and I straightened my shoulders. My chin lifted as I swallowed hard. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
Petre as a human wouldn’t last a day if we were caught.
“Ma petite fee mon ami—“
“English,” I shouted and stomped my feet. Fists balled and cut into my palms. “No more fancy talk. Petre isn’t going into Delphia.”
A blush rose in his cheeks. “Quite beautiful when she’s angry, no?”
“Korri—“
My arms crossed over my chest. “What do they do to humans in Delphia?” I stepped closer. “What would they do to you if you got caught?” My finger jabbed into Petre’s chest. “I lived through that world, and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”
I lied, and Tomas knew it as he covered his laughter in his palm. I’d love to tie Jules up and beat him within an inch of his life. If that made me evil, so be it. Petre had survived his slavery because he’d swam in guilt. “What do you suggest, ma … Korri?”
“We go; Petre returns to the ABDA.”
The argument continued for another half an hour, and we were still two days away from Montreal. The tracks iced heavily in the winter. We faced delays as we moved slower. Tomas left us to find a snack as he’d put it but I hadn’t fed since Veric.
“You can protect me.” Petre kissed my forehead as I leaned upon him. “Bad joke, forgive me Kor.”
I told him to rest, and he curled into bed. Soft snores reached my ears not long afterward. A knock sounded on the door, and Tomas let himself in with the key I’d given him. Silence, aside from Petre, surrounded us, and I hated it.
“He won’t stay human for long, but I do not blame his curiosity. What I wouldn’t give to taste my creations or experience a blush again.”
My hands twisted in my lap as I stared at the rise and fall of his chest. “This is what he always wanted.”
“He thought he wanted it until he met you.” The Duc patted my hand. “And if he were to change his mind or have an accident, I would take care of you.” My mouth opened to protest. “Not like that young one, although I know a certain demon who would beat me to it. You would suffer Petre’s loss, but we won’t allow Jules or Boric to touch you.”
“Because I know where the keys are.”
“No because you have a generous heart, and you loved my dear friend even when the odds were against you. I told him years ago to let you be and not to bother, but he hadn’t listened. Four years he stalked you and bartered with Jules.”
I blinked recalling Veric’s death on the timeline of my short life. A two-year gap wouldn’t have made much difference in the ways of abuse, and I shook my head. No, both men could not have saved me, and it was all in the past now. I’d rather die than have Jules or Boric place their filthy paws on me or anyone else.
“Why did he finally give in?”
Thomas rubbed his chin and shifted his weight. “I’m surprised Petre never told you.” I waited for him to say more and motioned for him to continue. He let out a long sigh and glanced to Petre. “Jules didn’t want money, because you were priceless. But there is one item in the entire world a man or woman values more than money and that my petite fee is his life.”
I chewed my lip and contemplated the words. Petre had threatened Jules’ life, which meant the demon knew he was immortal. Unless he came close enough to hear the heart beating or witness the breathing, Jules would give him a wide berth. Was it worth the risk?
My eyes connected with Tomas’ blue ones as he studied me. The pressure in my brain told me he read my thoughts. I’d grown used to the invasion, and the suffocating energy he often emitted. No, I refused to risk Petre, even if the chances were slim. The life he had led before me proved to strengthen his spirit, but he had immortality to fall back on. As a human, they would tear him down even if it was just to hurt me.
“I can only imagine from your memories the horrors you have faced, but they made you stronger and wiser than any of us gave you credit for. Even Veric underestimated you, and you killed three demons. One a Nephilim of all hellish creatures.”
But it changed nothing and those I promised to protect were in the enemy’s hands. “Have you had more dreams?” I shook my head. The one time I slept was because Petre compelled me. There were no dreams last night, and I had no need for sleep.
A while later Tomas returned to his own compartment and left us alone. It seemed silly, but I undressed Petre and crawled beside him. Even in his sleep, he reached for me, and I smiled wondering if our first week was like this for him. Who would have thought I’d become a vampire and my vampire would become human again?
At least the dream hadn’t come true, and I’d do everything in my power to stop the outcome. Petre would not die, and Tomas was wrong. Living without Petre wasn’t an option. That’s how I knew, in my heart, there was no other.
Hours passed as we crept along the tracks, and my love slept. I’d wandered into my thoughts and cherished the memories we’d created in the short time we’ve known one another. The little things in life, as Tomas had said, I had understood.
The first time I tried the Frenchman’s soup or the bread. Warm laughter and love from my departed friends Mellissa and Jobe, or the first movie I watched with Petre. Telephones, writing, and reading were all firsts for me in this reborn life. The mastery would come with time, but I had cried when I formed my first written word.
I had shaken with fear on the first train ride and learned my vampire forced me to sleep with compulsion hours later. Afraid I’d run, Petre thought there were no other choice. But I didn’t think I would have fled. On the contrary, I would have been too terrified of the outside world. That fear resided still in my dead heart, but for the innocent I’d take the leap of faith. For Petre, I’d do anything.
The sweet sounds of free children and babbling women were worth the risk to my life, but not my Petre. The world would revolve and survive if I fell. Keys, gates, and levels of Hell held the responsibility of this broken world. Where women found blame, demons were guilty. My fists clenched in memory of the reports that came in before the final sundering. I hadn’t understood it then, and I wasn’t sure I did now. Why had Arcadia stayed silent if they were a free country? Why allow the likes of Boric and Jules to obtain power?
“Demons rule the world, and now a demon would tear them down.”
Laughter filled my insides, and it bubbled out as the sun peaked on the horizon. The sky turned from a darkened blue to a lazy shade of lavender grey. Petre stirred, and my eyes shot to him. Dark stubble crept over his face, and I found the rough growth striking against his pale features.
“What’s so funny?” He yawned the words and stretched. Petre sat up and shook his head. Black tendrils framed his face as he reached for me. A kiss fell on my cheek, and he rubbed his beard over my skin. It tickled, but I enjoyed the rough contrast.
“Hungry yet?” He reached out his wrist, and I said no. Oddly enough, I hadn’t found myself in the burning pit of hunger. Petre frowned and reminded me what the rage could do to me. I’d taken some of his blood, nothing more than a few drops though. “Let me feed you.”
My eyes drifted over the thrumming vein in his neck, and I recalled the first lesson he’d given me. The pleasure he’d feel and the idea of giving it made my head nod. Lips brushed against his palm and trailed kisses over his warm flesh. Inhalation brought spiced notes I had no name for and my fangs extracted.
Petre’s breath sucked in as my tongue swirled over his wrist. Large silver eyes watched and parted lips breathed rougher in anticipation of the bite. I lisped words, asking if he was ready, and a slow nod turned into a smile. Air blew over the damp skin, and my teeth eased through his tender skin.
A sound caught my a
ttention as he gasped. “Don’t stop,” he said through heavy lidded eyes. My mouth drew and hot blood splashed over my tongue. Sweet like the jam and warm like coffee, it ran down my throat as he moaned. Another draw invigorated my muddled senses and welled heat at my center.
I drew away and tossed the covers off. Clad in underwear, Petre’s hardened cock greeted me. The garment peeled away as he took them off. Sculpted marble couldn’t have held more beauty as he stroked the growing length. “I won’t last.”
Eyes locked with mine as he stroked faster, and his breath grew harsher than before. Teeth sank into his kissable lips and heat flushed his body. I leaned between his legs and took a closer look. My lips kissed along his thigh until his hair tickled my nose. Petre stopped stroking as my tongue swirled over his sack. I sucked the sensitive flesh, and his words were unintelligible. The smile widened as I kissed and nibbled the base of his cock, teasing my way to the tip, and down the other side. My hands slid through the dusting of hair on his stomach and chest as I crept up for a kiss.
“You’ll be the death of me.” I blinked at his words even though he grinned. My eyes fell away, and he cupped my cheek. “What is it?” Since last night, his humanity ate and tore at my insides, but I hadn’t known what to say. A sigh caught in my chest, and I slipped from the bed. All heat within me cooled with trepidation. Ah there had been another first. That was the first word he taught me the meaning of and now I understood the meaning. “I’m starving.”
His tummy rumbled, and Tomas knocked on the door, but I stayed put in front of the window. Trees, snow, and more trees moved past the glass divider. Houses rested between and their chimneys smoked.
I had a feeling the Frenchman used his mind reading to determine his arrival. He bore gifts for his friend, and I smiled at the reflection as the scent of sweets and bitters wafted into the room.
