3#Awakened by the Vampire Prince (Thorn)

by Hartnady, Charlene

  First things first. “I need to taste your sweet…breasts.” He growled, closing his mouth over a hard nipple.

  Esral arched her back, threading her fingers through his hair. She moaned as he nipped at the curve on the underside of her other breast before feasting on her tightening nub.

  “Oh, Xavier.” She groaned as he rained kisses on a path that led straight to the object of his fascination.

  “Open up for me, sweetheart,” he growled, loving how she responded immediately. Fuck, he didn’t care about a bit of pain. He couldn’t wait to feel her tighten around him. To watch as she came apart.

  He laved her clit in easy strokes that had her sucking in a ragged breath. When he pulled back, she made a sound of protest.

  “This is my rosebud.” To prove his point, he closed his mouth over the swollen bundle of nerves and suckled.

  “Yes, yours,” she cried. “All yours.” She gasped.

  Gripping her ass cheeks in both his hands, he lifted her. Continuing to suckle, he mimicked a blow job, knowing that her orgasm would be all the more powerful. Already he could feel her tensing up in his hands.

  Her breath was coming in hard pants and mewls. Her hands were gripping his hair…hard. Then her thighs closed, trapping him…not that it was necessary. He wasn’t about to go anywhere. The taste of her on his tongue was rapture. Pure fucking bliss.

  Esral sucked in a deep breath and held it inside her for a few moments. Then she cried out. Her clit actually throbbed against his tongue as she came. Her sweet, cherry blossom scent erupted, making his dick twitch so hard it almost gave him whiplash.

  Esral fell back. Her breasts heaved as she sucked in breath after breath. Her lips were swollen from their earlier kisses and her long hair fanned about her face. Best of all, her lids were so hooded that they were almost closed. She looked a little disorientated. Her thighs were still spread wide.

  If he had thought that her pussy had looked sexy before, he was dead fucking wrong. She was wetter than any female he had ever known. Pink, glistening, so fucking his.

  Xavier moved over her, caging Esral with his body. He was careful to take most of his weight onto his arms which he bracketed on either side of her.

  Her eyes widened up a little, some of her earlier fear was back. “If you have changed your mind…”

  “Shhh.” He kissed her lips. The sweetest, softest damned lips he had ever tasted. “I will never change my mind. Not about this and not about you, princess.” He kissed her again, slanting his mouth across hers so that he could deepen the kiss.

  Esral whimpered, closing her legs around his hips. So responsive. So fucking sexy. He was the luckiest male alive. That much was true.

  “Your flower, princess.” His voice was gravelly and deep.

  “Yes,” she sighed.

  “I want to make it mine.” He growled, raking his cock against her slit ensuring that he caught her clit.

  “Oh god, yes!” She cried out. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she arched and rocked her hips so that her clit would rub against him. When he lined up with her opening, her eyes sprang back open in panic.

  “We’ll take it slow. I can handle it.” He pulled a wayward strand of hair behind her ear while running his finger over the pointed part. She moaned. Interesting…something to shelve for later.

  Her hands were clutching his shoulders, they thankfully relaxed. She nodded, her eyes filled with trust and devotion.

  How the hell had he gotten so lucky? He eased just the tip of his cock into her, loving how her eyes drifted to half mast and her breath quickened instantly. Good great fuck but she was tight. He would have to be careful not to hurt her. Easing back out, he pushed back in a little deeper this time.

  “That feels good.” Esral sighed, her fingers were digging into him again. This time though it was because of pleasure and not fear.

  Another inch. It felt so good to finally be inside her, to feel her tight, velvet glove fisting him. So fucking amazing. Xavier groaned as he pulled back before slipping in deeper.

  Not only did he hit against something hard but it was also sharp and punctured the tip of his cock. It took everything in him to keep from pulling all the way out. To keep from growling in pain and frustration.

  “My thorn,” she whispered.

  “No, princess.”

  He watched her features cloud with confusion.

  “It’s not your thorn.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s so mine. I’m

  going to take it now.”

  Esral wrapped her legs tighter around him, locking her ankles at his back. “I’m yours. All of me.”

  “Fuck yes.” Xavier cried as he plunged into her, gritting his teeth against the pain that tore through him.

  Chapter 13

  His brow was covered in sweat. His features pinched with pain. The muscles in his neck and arms were bunched and corded. Xavier didn’t so much as grunt as he thrust into her for a second and a third time. She could feel him come up short each and every time he did.

  Another thrust, harder this time. There was a warm gush that she knew was his blood.

  “Mine.” He snarled, his chest vibrated against her as he gave another almighty push into her, this time sliding all the way home. He gave a shout of triumph before slumping onto her for a few seconds. Xavier weighed a ton and she struggled to breathe under his enormous weight, but she didn’t care. She stroked his hair, listening to his ragged breathing against her ear.

  “You did it.” She whispered when he finally lifted back onto his strong arms. They were nose to nose. Her legs were still locked around him and he was still inside of her. Deep inside.

  His eyes were silver. So beautiful it almost took her breath away. She touched his cheek moving down his jaw line to the subtle cleft in his chin. “Thank you. You have given me a gift today. I am so glad we can finally make love…like you promised.”

  Xavier smiled. His eyes were filled with desire. “I plan to make good on my promises but I might need a few minutes to recover.”

  She wiggled her hips and he groaned both in pleasure and…pain. “You are still very hard for someone in so much pain.”

  “It’s not so bad.” He tried to play it down. Esral could not imagine how much pain he must truly be in.

  Xavier grinned. “My dick might be torn up and bleeding but I will always want you, Esral.” It felt like he was touching her everywhere. Heat awakened inside of her. A need like none before.

  “I will have to kiss you better,” she said.

  “And I will have to let you, but later.” He kissed her.

  “Later.” She said as he released her, sounding a little bit breathless.

  “Much later.” Xavier pulled back ever so slightly before pushing back into her. This time there was only pleasure written within his expression as his face became taut and his jaw clenched.

  “Feeling better?” She gasped as he eased out of her.

  He made a sound of affirmation. “How are you doing?”

  “So good.” She gasped as he thrust in at a new angle. Her nipples tightened, everything in her tightened as he thrust again finding the same place inside her that sent zings of pleasure coursing through her. “Oh, Xavier.”

  “Do you like that, princess?” She loved how his voice sounded. Like he was on the verge of losing control.

  “More.” She gasped. “I need more.”

  He thrust a little harder, a little faster hitting that spot each and every time. “Yes…yes…yes.” She cried with every hard push of his hips.

  His eyes swirled with silver and his mouth was a tense line. Pleasure coiled inside her belly. “Oh by the gods, Xavier…oh yes.” She moaned as the tension grew, her pleasure with it.

  Then he stopped moving and she growled in frustration.

  He was breathing hard through a strained smile. “I think I like that little growl you just gave me and I fucking love the way you say my name while I’m inside you. I love you.” His lust filled eyes softened with emo
tion.

  She had to smile back even though she felt like slapping him. By the way his cock was throbbing inside of her, she knew he was on the brink of release himself. It must have taken some willpower for him to stop.

  “I was hoping to scream your name.” Esral decided to be brazen. “Why did you stop?”

  Out popped those crease lines between his eyes. “I’m going to bite you and - no pressure - but I would really like it if you bit me back.” He licked his lips.

  “I’m not sure how to even go about doing it.” Her heart rate sped up in both fear and excitement.

  Xavier cupped her cheek. “Just sink those sharp little beauties into my skin and I’ll be the happiest male…ever.”

  “Ever?” She giggled.

  Xavier nuzzled her neck. “Ever.” He growled before raking his fangs across her skin. Her flower clenched and Xavier groaned. “God, you feel so good.” He rocked into her. Slowly. “Better than I had ever imagined. So snug. I feel like I might break you.”

  “You already did.” She gasped as he pushed back inside…all the way in. “You don’t have to go easy. I’m so hot for you. I’m burning up.” He picked up the pace, making it hard to talk. “Bite me.” She groaned when he found that spot again, grinding against it with every piston of his hips. “Make me cum.” She screamed his name as the first spasms hit her hard. And again as his fangs sunk into her neck.

  Unable to move, breathe, let alone think, she allowed the sensations to course through her. She was clawing his back but unable to stop. It took everything in her to will herself to bite down on him. The blinding pleasure was making it hard to think, to reason. She couldn’t remember all the arguments for why she shouldn’t do as he asked, could only feel how good it felt and remember how divine those few drops of his blood had tasted before. Finally, she clamped down on his skin.

  The sharp tang of his blood hit her tongue. It was just as she remembered, salty yet sweet. Her mouth closed over his skin for a better taste. A sound of enjoyment escaped. Rich, decadent, sinful. Much like the male himself.

  Xavier roared, ending on a deep growl. His hips jerked and warmth filled her as his seed erupted. He yelled a profanity as she took another taste, closing her eyes as she did.

  It was only when he moved to lie on his back, pulling her into his arms, that she was forced to release his neck. That was when she saw the damage that she had done. His skin had been broken in two half moon shapes, the wounds still seeped blood. “I’m so sorry.” Without thinking, she laved the broken skin with her tongue.

  Unexpectedly, Xavier moaned, not in pain but in pleasure. “Sorry for what?” He kissed the top of her head. “You had better bite me just like that again and often.”

  “I thought I was too rough.”

  His eyes darkened with desire. “You could never be too rough with me, princess.”

  “Good to know.” She fluttered her eyes, trying hard to be seductive.

  “Do you have something in your eye?” Xavier’s expression turned to concern.

  It looked like this particular move didn’t work on males period. “I’m trying to seduce you. Brant once told me that to seduce a male…namely you…I should flutter my lashes.”

  Xavier frowned. “Don’t tell him I said this but Brant can be an idiot. All you have to do to seduce me is look my way. One look and I’m done.”

  She looked at him from under her lashes, feeling a naughty smile form on her lips.

  Xavier groaned. “Yeah, just like that.”

  “I’m ready to do that again.” Her voice didn’t sound like her own. It was far too husky.

  Xavier squeezed his eyes shut and groaned again, louder this time. She slid herself onto his lap. “All you have to do is ask.” He clasped her jaw, his eyes on her.

  “This time you promised hard and fast,” she said.

  His eyes were filled with such desire, and need, it almost took her breath away. “I always keep my promises.” She pulled the robe from her shoulders. His looked turned scorching. Esral noticed that he didn’t make a move to remove his own robe.

  “Oh and, Xavier?” She slid herself onto his rock hard shaft. Dropping down on him one inch at a time. His jaw clenched and he made a grunt of approval as she hit balls deep.

  “Ask me anything, princess.” He kissed her long and hard until her toes curled into the leafy ground.

  “Don’t call me princess when you are inside of me.” She tried to sound stern, which was difficult with him so hard inside of her.

  He nodded, his face had a pinched look. “Anything else?” His voice was rough and deep.

  “Talk dirty to me.” The sound of her own voice so husky that she could barely recognize herself.

  She didn’t think it possible but more desire flared in his eyes and he clenched his jaw until it ticked. Xavier gave a jerk of the head. He licked his lips. “I thought you didn’t like me using profanities. I promised I would stop once we were mated and I—”

  “Yeah, yeah.” She sighed dramatically. “You always keep your promises.” She moved to find a better position on his lap and Xavier groaned, his lids drifting closed for a second. “We could make a during sex only rule.”

  He opened his eyes and his liquid silver orbs locked with hers. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll talk dirty if you talk dirty right back.”

  She giggled feeling naughty, and hot, and desperate for this male under her…in her. “You feel so good inside me.”

  Smiling, he dropped a kiss on her jaw line. “What feels good inside you?” he urged rocking under her so that every nerve ending inside her sprang to life.

  “Your cock.” She whispered. “Xavier?”

  “Yes, Esral.” He emphasized her name.

  “Fuck me.” She whispered even softer, knowing full well that he would hear her just fine.

  “It would be my pleasure…” He pinched her rosebud between his thumb and forefinger before thrusting up into her…hard. “To fuck the sweetest”—another hard thrust and the air left her lungs—“tightest”—and another—“finest damn pussy…ever.”

  “Ever?” she cried.

  “Ever,” he growled.

  A few minutes later he had her on her back, both arms above her head clasped in one of his big hands and he was right, he wasn’t just simply taking her, he was branding her…every part of her…making her his.

  It was better than she could ever have imagined. So much better.

  Chapter 14

  Lazarus’ eyes widened as they strode down the walkway. Xavier’s calculating gaze swept over each of them in turn. The male frowned deeply, but thank fuck he didn’t say anything.

  They entered the chamber, Xavier put his hand to the small of Esral’s back. An intimate celebration. Like fuck this was an intimate celebration.

  “We’ll get through it.” Esral squeezed his hand. “Together.”

  “I think I’d rather break your thorn again than go through this,” he growled.

  “It won’t be so bad. You’ll see.” She squeezed his hand again, looking up at him with the most beautiful smile on her face. Xavier gave a chuckle and a shake of his head. He would do anything for her. Anything.

  A loud applause erupted as they walked in. Elves clapped him on the back with gusto. They seemed to be in awe of him. Congratulating both he and Esral. More than one male clasped wrists with him, by the look of admiration he could tell that they had been through the same as he had. There were knowing stares and nods, even looks of pity.

  When York caught sight of him, the male visibly paled as he ate up the distance between them in large strides, even knocking elves out of the way in his haste. “What the fuck happened to the two of you?” York growled. “Were you attacked? Wait just a minute. What the fuck are you wearing anyway? Did they steal your clothes?” He pulled a phone out of his pocket. “I’ll organize a team to track the fuckers down. Was it wolves?”

  Keto laughed, grabbing Xavier by the wrist, he shook hard. Then, he clapped a hand to York’s back.
“You don’t need a team. Esral and Xavier are perfectly fine.”

  “No way. How can you say that? They are a bloody mess or were a bloody mess. Thank god for our advanced healing. They must have got you good.” York’s gaze was firmly on Xavier’s robe.

  Keto laughed some more and Xavier felt like punching him. It was only Esral’s pleading eyes and slight shake of her head that prevented it. On their hike back, she had warned him that it was normal for family members to goad a newly mated male. It was a good thing and to be expected.

  Like fuck.

  Once the elven prince managed to get himself under control, he turned back to York, a big grin on his face. “You are right, York, thank the gods for advanced healing.” His eyes settled on Xavier. “Don’t you think, Xavier?”

  “Fuck you,” he growled.

  “Xavier.” Esral whispered, by now she was squeezing his hand so tight that he was sure no blood was going through to his fingers.

  “I’m not following all this. You were attacked but you don’t want me to assemble a team?” A muscle ticked on his temple. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”

  Keto put an arm around York’s back and led him to the other side of the chamber. The elf kept his arm around the other male’s shoulders as he whispered into his ear.

  Xavier felt his blood boil.

  As Keto talked, York’s eyes grew very wide, his mouth fell open. Then York’s big shoulders began to shake and Xavier could hear his booming laughter.

  Esral slid an arm around his waist. Pushing herself up against him as she rose on her tippy toes. One of her hands came to rest on his shoulder. In amongst the maddening crowd and York’s fucking laughing, it still amazed him that her breath in the shell of his ear and her curves pressed tightly against him had the ability to make all of that disappear. The only thing that mattered was her.

  “I believe that I still owe you something,” she whispered. Her voice had that husky edge that he knew was caused by arousal and sure enough he could scent cherry blossom. Thank fuck, elves didn’t have vampire senses or he would be forced to punch all the males that came near them in the nose.