by Anna Santos
I raised my hand to caress his face. He had shaved for me. He looked younger and breathtakingly beautiful.
I knew he would be gentle. He didn’t need to promise that. I could feel the gentleness in each touch and kiss. I cleared my throat before I spoke, slightly blushing. “I know. I trust you, my king. I am not scared. I love you with all my heart. I will do anything to please you.”
He liked hearing me say that, his smile was self-explanatory. He kissed me tenderly and brought my waist against his. I gasped with surprise when I felt something really hard against me. It was something inside his pants. His hands were on my derriere, pressing me against the hardness of his manhood. I could not help but feel wet. I spread my legs and let it touch and rub me, making me moan in pleasure. After a moment, I realized that I enjoyed being touched there. I liked his hands squeezing my rear and my thighs, and I liked his mouth nibbling and kissing my breasts. It was making me bounce against him. My body was out of control, it moved by itself.
His mouth was warm and moist on my breasts. His tongue circled my nipples and played with their tips, slightly nibbling them, making me whimper as I begged for more. There was a pleasant heat rising from rubbing our most private parts together. There was also a feeling of frustration growing, wanting something more but not knowing what. Something was missing.
When his fingers probed my sex, I fought the need to scream with pleasure. It felt good, so good that I held my breath and nibbled my lip hard. Meanwhile, red-hot desire exploded inside me as my hips swayed as if commanded by his fingers. He gently stroked the swollen nub between my legs and new moans left my throat. I shivered in desire and grabbed his head to tug his soft hair. Then I gasped and held hard to his arms when his fingers caressed the wet folds of my sex and slid in. He had strong arms, sculpted and even more beautiful than the naked statues at my father’s palace. I lost all self-control and dug my nails into his flesh, moving my hips to the soft strokes of his fingers.
Moments later, my mate kissed my mouth, swallowing my gasps. His tongue tangled with mine. Meanwhile, his hands freed my body and unwrapped his pants. I wanted to watch; I wanted to devour his naked body with my eyes like he had done to mine, but he made me kiss him and satisfy his needs with my mouth. Then I just felt his naked waist and a fleshy hard object pressing into my thigh. By then my eyes were shut and my hands splayed on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart. The contact wasn’t enough and my mate lifted me slightly and used his hand to open my thighs and accommodate the soft head and hard, long body of his cock. Its head nudged at my opening and circled around the sensitive flesh. I shuddered, moans of pleasure escaping my throat, my hips longing for more contact, craving for it to be against my entrance where his fingers had previously been.
To my dismay, it was teasing me, rubbing me only to retreat instead of plunging in.
“I want you to put it in me,” I gasped, breathless and going mad with impatience. I was sure he was delaying it on purpose, so I begged him to do it.
“I do not wish to hurt you, my princess,” he whispered in return. “Have a bit more patience.”
“I’m your queen now,” I reminded him. “And I want to be mated with you. I want to be part of you and you of me. And I want you in my head and share your thoughts. And I never want to be apart from you again.”
“Then I beg you a bit more patience, my queen,” he whispered huskily, smirking at my pouting face and nibbling my lower lip. “I do not wish to harm you, my love.”
My breath panted at his words. I was feeling the urge and the hunger in his new kiss. After all the time we had waited to complete our bond and mark each other, it was hard for me to be patient as he had asked. Having never done this before I had to believe he knew best. But my entire body reacted to his. My skin wanted to touch his and to be touched by all of him. I craved his tongue and lips. Kissing was surreal. Touching him was heaven and hell combined because my body was on fire and my mind was beyond reality, wrapped inside a cocoon of bliss.
I felt his teeth bite into my lower lip as he tasted my blood for the first time. My womanhood got hotter as he pulled me nearer, and I had no time to wonder about his actions because a wave of heat shot throughout my body. I felt like I was going to fly, it was intense and wonderful. He was tasting my blood and I was now part of him.
Suddenly, I could hear his thoughts. He was saying how much he loved me, how he would always want me, and how I would be his forever. Being wanted and loved by your mate with so much passion was a rare gift. Many females are just seen as a means to bear offsprings.
In the meantime, his hands slid me to the center of the bed. He pulled the furry blanket away and our bodies fell over the cotton sheet. Then he kissed my body completely and nibbled my thighs, making my mouth release sounds of pure lust.
I was able to hear his thoughts as well as feel the shudders of pleasure he was having, and the sensation he gave me. Even though mine didn’t compare to the intensity of his. It was wonderful, but I was so drunk with love that I didn’t realize all that was happening until I felt his body over mine. His hands pulled my legs around his waist, and a sharp pain hit me in my core when he pushed the head of his member against my entrance. He stopped when he realized he was hurting me. He caressed my face and our gazes met as tears pricked my eyes. His hand moved to the curve of my hip, holding me steady while he pushed himself once again, trying to slide inside only to be refused by the tightness of my inner muscles and the fear that built in my belly.
It hurt. I shrieked and gasped, confused by his hand holding tight to my hip, with my legs wrapped around his waist. I gritted my teeth harder as his breath hit my face. He was asking me to look at him, and I did. Gazing at him, I memorized his gorgeous face, his fangs, and his purple eyes.
“Try to relax. I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t do this if you don’t feel comfortable enough.”
“What’s happening?”
“We are mating, but you need to relax and let me in. It will feel a lot better after the first strokes.”
I nodded and swallowed hard.
He breathed deep and closed his eyes, placing his forehead against mine. A few moments later, he pushed himself in harder, and I felt wet between my legs as his manhood sank into me. He stilled for a minute as I adjusted to his penetration.
“It will stop in a while,” he whispered as we opened our eyes to watch each other.
I nodded again, understanding he was talking about the blood that he knew was running between my legs. When he tried to move, I whimpered in pain, and he stopped from pushing himself further inside me. I was tense and confused about everything that was happening while he was scared of hurting me again.
I sighed in frustration, unwilling to let that moment be ruined by my fears. “I want to be mated to you,” I said when he kissed my forehead and trailed his fingers to stroke the back of my neck.
I wanted to drink from him, too. I knew I had to, but I wanted him to let me.
My king grinned and kissed me softly, smoothing my hair away from my face as he bit his lower lip. His blood fell over my lips. My eyes soon turned amber, and I opened my mouth to let the liquid in. Tasting his blood was the final marking. It would give him permission to get inside my thoughts. Between mates, this was also a powerful aphrodisiac. That was why, as soon as the blood got into my system, my body reacted intensely to his presence, even more than before. It was like I wanted him to get closer, to wrap himself around me and never let me go. My hips moved against his hardness, and his shaft thrust inside me, making me gasp and raise my chest to his as I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling it and kissing his mouth savagely.
I could still taste the blood, but I didn’t care anymore about it. I wanted him. All of him.
My fangs came out while our bodies were moving, and I felt him pumping into me, slow at first and then faster, making my whole body feel like it was glowing with pleasure. It was amazing, better than anything I'd ever felt before. And I wanted him deeper and deep
er, faster and faster. It felt natural to have his body scorching my flesh and skin, making my upper body and intimate parts burst into flames. My throat released moans of pleasure and surprise. It was as if we were dancing and I could float away. I liked grabbing his arms and caressing his shoulders. I enjoyed seeing his face full of pleasure and lust above mine. It excited me when he gasped and tensed under my lips.
We were not rational beings anymore. I was feeling like an untamed animal and I liked it. Making love suited me well. It was a ticket to freedom and wild behavior. That was why I had my eyes wide open, watching our bodies make love, his pelvis moving against mine and all the splendor of my mate’s nudity. He was stunning, strong, and tall. I was feeling small under him. But I was not scared. I was more alive than ever, captivated by his flexing muscles over me, by his moans of pleasure, by the heat that was coming from us.
Then I closed my eyes and shuddered beneath the impact of his strokes. It was too good to bear: moving at the same pace as him, tightening my legs around his waist, and pulling him in deeper. I held him longer inside of me, pushed him further, unwilling to let him hold back and take away the wildness that was clouding my mind and caressing my skin in waves of pleasure. I wanted to consume him and keep him with me forever.
He caressed my forehead and talked close to my lips, “No need for those thoughts, my love. I will never leave you. I love you with all my heart. But we need to take things slower.”
“But you don’t want to go slower,” I whispered, stuck inside his thoughts, aware that what he wanted the most was to kiss me, drink my blood, and have me faster, more savagely. He wanted to grab my hair, turn me on my back and...
My thoughts were silenced by his mouth against my neck. I felt the sharp pain of his fangs entering and then I shrieked, with delight, when he thrust harder, grounding his hips into mine. I had never screamed like that before. It was not a scream of fear or pain. It was because of the stirrings that rose from my lower parts. My hips moved by themselves as I gasped in pleasure. My insides were burning as an orgasm rippled throughout my body with his masculinity still inside me. I didn’t want him to leave. He didn’t want to withdraw, either. I could hear it in his thoughts. He was thinking how wonderful it was to feel my muscles tightening around his inflamed organ inside my walls, how intense his orgasm had been. How good it was to listen to my husky moans of euphoria.
Yes, it was amazing. It was even better when his mouth trailed kisses on my breasts, and he kept moving, increasing the pace. He caressed my nub with his fingers and drove deeper into me, only to withdraw and push back inside. I felt a new spiral of pleasure beginning to form between my legs, and I gripped my nails on his strong arms. I never wanted him to leave the space between my thighs. It was like an out of body experience…
* * *
In the past, that was the point when I would normally wake up from my dream, just at that precise moment, when I would come and feel all the happiness of the world just hit me. That was usually when I would snap out of my dream and wake to the harsh reality of my life in the present time.
So I opened my eyes and there I was, my current self, alone in an unknown room, waking up all turned on and gasping from lust. My whole body felt the effects of my wet dream, but my mind continued to process the reality.
Where was I? What had happened before I got there?
Those were good questions. However, my dream had left me aroused and satisfied at the same time. I was having sex in my sleep, and my fantasy had run all the way through. Not like the previous dreams that had always ended in the middle before I got my fulfillment. I had a full sexual dream, with real orgasms. I could feel my body all relaxed, and I was smiling like a fool.
My vampire king, he had been a king, a gorgeous, strong Greek god. He was insanely hot. No wonder it was hard for me to become serious with any other guys. Besides being perfect, he was kind to me. That was one more reason why I would spend my life in search of him.
I had looked deep into his eyes, I had touched that amazing body, and stared at his delightful face…So why in the hell was I unable to remember his face when I awoke? That was beyond annoying.
I growled and pulled my blankets away. I was wearing my clothes. I looked down at myself. Had someone put me into bed fully clothed? Or had I just fallen asleep that way?
And where in the hell was I?
Chapter Three—False Alarm
JESSICA
I paced around the bedroom where I had woken up. It was cozy and quaint. Memories of the events of the previous night flooded my mind. I had been fighting against a group of new assassins that the Vampire King had sent to capture me. He wanted me back. I wanted him dead.
“Good, you’re awake,” Anna said, coming in with a tray of breakfast.
It was then that it hit me how hungry I was. Everything smelled really good. The warm milky coffee and delicious toast with jam and butter made my mouth water.
“Where is he?” I asked, remembering the tall blond guy I had seen before I'd passed out.
“Who?” She didn’t appear to know who I was referring to.
“The tall blond man. The one who came to our rescue. The one with Kevin.”
“Eric is outside,” Anna said casually, and I almost glowered at her calm demeanor. My mate could be just outside that bedroom door, and she was acting as if it wasn't important enough to mention. “My brother is also outside. They are all worried about you. But, Jessie—” She put the tray on a table and grabbed my arm, preventing me from rushing out of the room. “He isn't your mate.”
I didn’t react to her words. I just stood still and stared at her in shock as if I hadn't heard her right or understood what she’d said. “What do you mean?”
“He said so. When you asked him last night. He said, ‘I’m sorry, gorgeous, but I’m not your mate.’ But you didn’t hear him because you had fainted after exhausting your strength by using so much magic.”
I stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. Anna sat next to me, rubbing the back of her neck, looking at me with compassion in her eyes.
“I’ll be fine,” I mumbled. There was nothing she could do. If he wasn’t my mate, then I just needed to keep looking.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, folding her hands on her lap.
I shrugged. “Still worn out.”
“You used too much of your power to attack the trespassers. We’ve all been waiting for you to wake up and explain what the hell is going on. Why were those female warriors after you, and what do they want? They aren’t forthcoming with any information.”
I stretched my legs and sighed before answering, “I may have pissed off an Italian Vampire King.” Anna cocked na eyebrow. I waved my hand around before crossing my arms over my chest and explaining. “Fine. The ninja girls are Vampire King Francesco’s death squad. They want to deliver me to him.”
Anna widened her eyes. “What have you done?”
“Why do you assume that I’ve done anything to him?” I asked, fisting my hands and standing up. “Why couldn’t he be the one who’s done something to me?”
“I’m sorry. Tell me what happened then? We’re all on your side. No one will take you away from us, but we need to understand what is going on so we can better protect you.”
I frowned before sitting back down and explaining what brought me there to seek her help. “King Francesco was the one responsible for the death of my coven. He was the sick bastard who sent his thugs to kill my family,” I choked out, feeling emotional as my words brought to mind so many painful memories.
“Jess.” Anna swallowed hard and rested her hand on my shoulder. It was her way to comfort me. She wasn’t a huge fan of hugs, and I could use a hug.
“You know that my coven was killed by someone who was looking for something, that even I don’t know what it is. Others in my family have been chased.”
She interrupted me, “How do you know it was him?”
“He had my mother’s grimoire. He had our coven's
most prized possession. He could only have had that if he was the one who ordered their deaths. They took our grimoire, and then they killed all the witches and children. My mother was the strongest witch. She did not go down without a fight. Her grimoire was desired by many dark witches. It contains powerful spells and untold secrets.”
“How did you find out about him? You left in a hurry and went to Europe out of the blue.”
“They captured some children from my coven. They were taken to be raised as his slaves. He likes to have witches among his troops, to help protect him. Francesco was relying on them losing their memories of where they came from, but Myra was one of those children he took and she remembers her family.”
“What?” Anna pursed her lips and gazed at me with squinted eyes.
“I recognized her when she told me the name of the coven that she belonged to. She is my relative. I was sent away from my family when I was really young, but I still remembered some of my relatives. Myra was one of my youngest cousins. She gave me a clue about the person responsible for the death of our family. The king who slaughtered our coven had a group of witches under his control.” I straightened up with closed fists. “There was no way he could have beaten my family’s magic with only vampire and werewolf soldiers. They had witches, black magic ones to be more exact. Black Dahlia's witches and sorcerers. I will never forget the name of the coven that attacked mine. And I want that fucking king’s head,” I muttered as I paced around the room. “I almost got his head. Almost...but then I had to run away. All that I could bring with me was my mother’s grimoire. My family’s book of spells is one of the oldest and most accurate in the world. I’m related to the ancient and most powerful magic bloodline, probably to the Original Witch. But I need a dictionary to help with the translation. It is written in an ancient language that I understand only just a bit. I need to find a library old enough to find the dictionary that I need.”
“Stop babbling,” Anna said, warning me that I was rambling. “So, the king who wants you is the one who killed your family, and he wants you back because you stole or took back your mother’s grimoire? Is that it?”
