Glancing at his clipboard, he quickly unhooked the velvet rope and with a gruff “this way, miss” ushered her into the club.
Kamali, being the mature and refined young lady she was, suppressed the urge to turn around and stick out her tongue at the redhead.
Walking into the club was certainly a culture shock at first. It took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and when she looked around, her eyes seemed not to be able to pick a place to stay. In one corner of the room, a stage was set up with a DJ and all his equipment. Kudos to the guy, because the stage was probably twenty feet off the ground. In the very center of the room, a huge dance floor dominated the space. People were already out there, grinding against each other to the beat of the music. Overhead a skylight let in an amazing view of the night sky. Light flashed all around and Kamali had to admit to herself that this place was pretty cool.
Looking around once again, she spotted the bar that took up one giant wall. The bar top had comfy-looking stools, so she headed that way. Weaving through the masses, Kamali finally made it to the bar and located a seat. Climbing on the stool, she started looking for a bartender when a voice asked, “What can I get for ya?” Looking toward the voice, she met a pair of warm brown eyes.
Smiling, Kamali said, “Strawberry daiquiri please.”
After the cute guy turned to make her drink, she took a closer look at him. Long black hair held back in a ponytail, huge, bulging muscles under a tight t-shirt, and jeans that encompassed a tight ass, muscular thighs, and long legs. Yummy. Kamali’s night was suddenly looking up. This guy had broad shoulders and his tight T-shirt clearly displayed his pecs and back to full advantage.
Kamali sure hoped that when she finally found her mate, he was as good looking as this bartender. Really, all Kamali hoped was that he wasn’t some wimpy-ass, skinny little nothing, because in all honesty, Kamali was a tall, curvy woman who liked it as rough as she liked it slow and sweet. It honestly just depended on her mood. And on how many times she read one of her erotic books on her e-reader that day.
A noise broke her out of her thoughts and Kamali looked up guiltily when a tall, red slushy was pushed toward her. She looked up at the bartender once more and smiled and thanked him. Putting money on the counter, Kamali climbed down from her stool and started moving away from the bar.
“Wait!” a voice called out.
Turning, she faced the bartender once more.
“Yes?”
He looked to be struggling with what to say, so she stepped a couple steps back in the direction of the bar.
“Yes?” Kamali repeated, not unkindly.
“Umm, well, I was wondering. If umm…”
Kamali just waited patiently, because this guy was clearly nervous and that just made him adorable. For such a big guy, he was really timid, in a sweet, puppy kind of way.
“Would you like to dance with me later? I’m off in about an hour and was just curious.”
Noticing the way red stained the guy’s face, Kamali smiled wide and replied “I would love that, but first I have a meeting with a man named Ezekiel Cabral. Do you know where I could find him?”
The guy’s smile kind of took a nosedive then, but after a minute pause, he finally said, “Yeah, follow me.” He took off from behind the counter to a set of stairs that she had failed to even notice in her initial inspection.
Grabbing her drink, she followed up the steep stairs until they reached a dimly lit room that had a great view of the entire club. Kamali could see that even more people were crowding into the club and sent up a prayer that the redhead from earlier didn’t make the cut.
Following the bartender, Kamali was led to a huge table in one corner of the room. The table currently held four men and six women. All were strangers, except unfortunately for one of the women who was cuddled up on one of the men’s laps.
“What the hell are you doing up here? Seriously, woman, you need to, like, get a life!” the redhead spat when she saw Kamali.
This is just fucking perfect. How did she get in so fast? Kamali wondered.
Ignoring the bitch, Kamali turned to examine the poor idiot that was cuddled up with the viper. Only then did she notice that he had been staring a hole in her this entire time. Turning to him, Kamali froze, dropping her iced drink with a crash, breaking the glass it was held in.
“Oh shit.” Kamali couldn’t stop the words from popping out of her mouth, for the man who was curled up with the redheaded viper was none other than Kamali’s mate.
Balling her fist up, Kamali pulled her arm back and punched the guy in the jaw, giving him an impressive right hook.
Suddenly everything in the room stopped, and all eyes were on the mystery man and the curvy, fuming woman.
Suddenly the redhead shrieked and lunged at Kamali, and if it wasn’t for the man holding her, she would have caused serious damage, if the look in her eyes were any idea of what she planned.
“Ellie, stop!” The man ordered her.
Slumping down, she looked like all of the fight went out of her.
“Well, it looks like you have a meeting to discuss, and from the looks of it, a mate to placate. Good luck, man!” One of the other men that were sitting there said and hurriedly rushed everyone out of the booth, including the redheaded bitch named “Ellie”.
Kamali looked at her mate with wide eyes when it started to sink in what she just did.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have struck you.”
The man looked up at Kamali and she had a hard time catching her breath, as the most beautiful blue eyes peered at her through dark, thick lashes. Those eyes were so blue that she knew for a fact that he was a vampire, because no other, human or supernatural alike, can produce that shade of blue. It was said that only the oldest of their kind had this color, otherwise all others have muted versions. However, none compared to this guy as his eyes seemed to shine, like a light being shined from the inside outward.
Kamali was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice that he had gotten up and was now standing right in front of her. Taking a step back, Kamali was suddenly nervous. Two things kept circulating her mind. She found her mate and she had just struck her mate, who was, if Kamali wasn’t mistaken, the leader of the vampires in North America.
Shit!
Chapter 2
Ezekiel couldn’t believe his luck. For five hundred years, he had been searching, lonely and terrified that he would be unable to find the one person who could make him whole. Mate. The word reverberated throughout his mind and suddenly his cock wet uncomfortably hard. Fuck.
Standing to his feet, he just stared at his flustered mate, who was apparently trying to apologize for striking him. Why she felt the need to apologize, he certainly didn’t know. Although if it was him who just saw his mate holding someone else, well, he would have just killed the poor bastard.
Shaking his thought out of his head, he stepped forward and grabbed the beautiful woman and pulled her to him. His cock, which was hard before, became almost excruciatingly worse. Rubbing against her, he claimed her lips and attacked her mouth with all of the pent-up sexual frustration he was suddenly feeling. Her moans turned to needy whimpers and suddenly he couldn’t wait anymore. Pulling back, he looked in her eyes and said the two words that he hoped would seal their fates. “Be mine.” She looked so dazed, but finally nodded her head in agreement.
Ezekiel wasn’t taking a chance on her coming to her senses, so with all of the speed a vampire could muster, he picked her up and ran to his office in seconds.
Setting her down on the big old-fashioned desk, he said, “I’m sorry, baby, that it has to be here, but please, love, I need you now.” Apparently he wasn’t above begging to get inside of his beloved.
She looked up at him with hooded eyes and smiled. “That’s okay. I just feel so needy. Please, I want to feel you inside of me so much.”
He smiled back and replied “I’ll take care of you. But you do understand, do you not, that once I claim you, it’s fo
rever? No other shall touch you, or reap the benefits of your loving body.”
“Yes I understand! Touch me, dammit, or I’ll do it myself!”
Chuckling at her impatience, he said sternly but also tinged with amusement, “You will not touch yourself unless I tell you to, do you understand?” “Now before we continue, I want to know the name of my beautiful mate. My name is Ezekiel Cabral, and you are?” He refused to claim her without even knowing her name.
She whimpered and finally said, “Kamali Zalika.”
Ezekiel nodded and forced himself to take a step back and be seated in a padded chair. Thank the gods that he actually sat in a chair instead of accidentally falling to the floor. That would have been embarrassing. Sitting in the chair that guests used in front of his desk, he eyed the beautiful vixen that was currently leaning on his desk. “Strip, but leave on the boots.” he ordered in a strong voice.
Eyeing him a mere two feet from her, she slowly started to peel the tight black top off her body. Her breasts, spilling over the top of her bra, were flushed from the arousal that was coursing through her body. Kamali slowly lowered the zipper on the side of her skirt until she was able to pull the skirt down over her full ass. Standing there, uncertain, not sure if she should take off her thong and bra, made her flush even more.
Ezekiel chuckled to himself. For such a little vixen, she was obviously shy about it. “The bra and thong, too, baby.”
She looked at him and slowly unhooked her bra clasp and let her beautiful tits fall. Ezekiel could just imagine tit-fucking her and marking his scent on her skin, so no other would even come near his love. All the different ways he planned to take her started to filter through his mind. Ezekiel wondered how his beautiful Kamali would take to being tied down with silk scarves as he ravished her body before finally giving her release after hours of unfulfilled, tormented pleasure.
Kamali was obviously nervous, taking off the last piece of clothing that would allow for cover. So, being an old-fashioned gentleman, he decided to help her. Getting up, he stalked to her and grabbed the piece of lace before ripping it off of her.
“Hey!”
He shrugged, unable to care because now that she was fully naked, with only the thigh-high boots, Ezekiel could see how glorious his mate’s body really is. Huge, perfect breasts led down to an hourglass shaped waist and the most glorious pussy he had ever seen. What truly caught his attention was the fact that her pussy was bare and smooth.
Unable to control himself any longer, Ezekiel grabbed her by the waist to push her further up on the desk. She squealed at the unexpected movement, and when he spread her legs out where one was on each side, she let out another squeak.
“This is where you belong, Right here, spread out for me like a feast for a king.”
She let out a whimper when he ducked his head and his warm breath breathed on her inner lips. He smiled to himself before giving into the temptation of finally tasting his mate.
The first swipe of his tongue was like heaven, and from the way Kamali bucked, she would also agree. Ezekiel started out slowly, tasting his sweet mate and playing with her before he started attacking her with his tongue, plunging his tongue in and out at an inhuman rate. When he grazed her clit with his teeth and started sucking, she went over, covering his tongue and lips in the sweetest fluids that had ever passed his lips.
Ezekiel looked up into the dazed face of his mate and licked his lips. “That’s one.” She widened her eyes and just stared at him as he bent back down and started lapping up her juices that were left over, trying his best to ignore the hard-on that was about to break the zipper of his jeans.
Pushing her legs farther apart, he couldn’t help but appreciate the way she looked spread out like a feast with those sexy as sin boots of hers. He started stroking her pussy lips, occasionally slipping one finger in before quickly removing it as she tried to clamp down and keep him there. Ezekiel chuckled to himself, unable to stop the joy he was feeling because his mate was a little minx.
Finally deciding to take mercy on her, he shoved two fingers in her pussy, pumping furiously before adding a third, and before long, she was clamping down on his fingers, orgasm taking over her whole body. She was the most beautiful sight, head thrown back and small whimpers coming out of her mouth as she finally came down from the rush of pleasure.
Chapter 3
Okay that was enough! Kamali was getting tired of being played with and all she cared about was getting that huge dick that was straining against her mate’s jeans and having him pound into her pussy with it. Just the thought sent a rush of liquid leaking from her.
“Stop playing around! I want your dick in me now!”
The bastard had the nerve to laugh at her before finally moving away from her and quickly undressing. Finally, standing before her, she came face to face with the biggest cock she had ever seen.
Crap, I’ve never taken one that big before, she thought. Not even her toys at home were this big.
It was long and very thick, the head an angry purple color. Kamali couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips as she imagined tasting him.
Ezekiel, catching her, quickly shook his head and said, “Not this time love. If I let you taste me I won’t last. The first time I come needs to be in you.”
“Okay, but you owe me.”
Chuckling, Ezekiel moved to her splayed legs and stepped between them. Dragging her closer to him, he rubbed his hard shaft against her opening, spreading her juices on himself to make it easier to penetrate her body.
Slowly, almost too slowly, he pushed inside of her, little by little. Thankfully, he didn’t just shove inside in one go because he was so big. Finally, after what felt like forever, he was fully seated, balls flat against her skin. Ezekiel stayed still for a couple seconds before he looked in her eyes and finally moved.
Withdrawing a little from her body, he started a nice slow rhythm that quickly became faster, harder, and deeper. The sound of skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the office, but all either could care about was the feeling of neediness. Kamali could feel another orgasm starting to rise in her, even after coming twice in such a short time. She could feel Ezekiel pounding into her and it felt like every time he did, he became bigger and bigger inside of her. The pain and pleasure mixed as she kept pace with him, matching his thrusts with her own.
Suddenly, she felt a pinching feeling, and when she looked down, he was playing with her breasts, alternating between pinching them and then suckling them into his mouth. Finally, he reached down, and as he kept pounding into her, he fingered her clit as he sucked on her breasts. It was the combination of the three that sent an orgasm, the likes of which Kamali had never experienced, racing through her body. As she rode out her orgasm, Kamali became aware of a stinging pain on her neck as Ezekiel bit her, marking her as his mate. Suddenly, wave after wave of pleasure continued to crash through her and at the same time Ezekiel speared her three more times before finally coming himself, releasing his seed in hot spurts inside of her body.
Exhausted and panting, Kamali could barely keep her eyes open. However, the feel of the hardwood desk on her backside was a wakeup call that she had to indeed get up and get dressed.
Ezekiel slowly pulled out from her body and they both groaned in unison. He stood up straight from the desk when he was able to stop the shaking in his legs and walked toward a door that was to the side of the office. Coming back a moment later, he held a washcloth and as he gently washed her clean, Kamali couldn’t help the tears that came to eyes.
“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?”
She looked up into his beautiful eyes and was about to lie but decided against it.
“I’ve never had anyone care about me after...you know?” From the look he got in his eyes, yes he did know. Gently, almost as if he was afraid she would break, he pulled her into his arms.
“Well it’s a good thing that you won’t be with anyone else because I will always take care of you. You’re my mate. The most
important person in my life, even above that of my coven.”
Suddenly, everything came rushing back, and at the forefront was the reason she was even there at the club tonight.
“Crap! You’re the vampire leader, aren’t you? I was supposed to have a meeting with you tonight.”
Chuckling, he answered, “Sweetheart, you can have a meeting any time you want. You’re my mate. There’s no need for scheduled meetings! Unless you would like to surprise me with a repeat performance in my office. I would have no objection with that.” He gave her a smirk and raised his eyebrows in a comical way.
“Wow, you’re really cocky aren’t you?”
“Only for you, love.”
Rolling her eyes, she climbed down off the desk, and after a few seconds, was able to stand on wobbly legs without falling. After she had her balance, Kamali started picking up her clothes from the floor, oblivious to the stare that was being thrown her way. Silently, she prayed that her newfound mate would just get dressed so they could talk, preferably without the distraction of naked skin.
By the time she was finishing up with the zipper of her skirt, Kamali noticed that Ezekiel was already done. With the exception of the barely-contained lust that was raging in his eyes, one would not be able to tell they had just had the best sex on this planet, all thanks to that amazing hardwood desk that was able to stand the marathon.
Standing there staring at him, it finally hit her that this was the man that she would spend the rest of her life with. This was the man that would help her keep the peace within the vampire community while fulfilling the requirements so that all the people in this district may have an easier time finding their mates. Realizing that they needed to have a serious conversation, she asked, “Is there a place that we can discuss important topics without the fear of being overheard?”
Kamali knew that this was one conversation that couldn’t wait, and the sooner they had it, the sooner they could get on with their lives.
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